newsflash

you know what? i suck at poetry... i probably made people rack their brains or shake their heads in frustration when they try to read my writing, if they even get that far... it was just my way of trying to sound profound when i have nothing to say at all... this tidbit of revelation isn't to let you in on things, but a realization that i needed to make. no more trying to force things on paper (electronic or otherwise) unless it's really needed. so, having said that, what do you want to know about me? i'm open for questions and welcome all takers. dangerous, i know.

songs of silence

in a song, i have heard
the longing of days gone by
of words unspoken
and love let go

in my head, the empty promises
of dreams unrealized
and barriers daunting
yet there lies hope

of something better
something sweeter
and to this i strive
this beat and rhyme

for you must understand
since time gave way
my life was held
in a fragile state

cynical romantic
whimsical and erratic
my days did number
the sands would hold

my peaceful slumber
days or years hereafter
in the arms of the Maker
the silent life retold

time cannot grant the words

When time cannot grant the words
that thoughts could bring ahead to mind
And pens don’t stand a devil’s chance
to write in stolen sands of time

the pressed, turned page wilt unused
or crumble fits of rage refused
and cackle tossed to dance aflame
the soft white ash next morn remain

the reflection but a shadow makes
of what the image should become
grew tired of playing second best
the memories that we’ve left undone

the night when wonders ever cease
and pondered paths yet not begun
when nothing it had hurried seems
to pass the time too late withdrawn