(more of a song than a poem)
Columbine; Orlando, FL; Newtown, CT; Virginia Tech; San Bernadino, CA; Charleston, SC; Aurora, CO; (too many others); & now Las Vegas, NV.
What goes through the mind of these people, who think it’s justified to brazenly take the lives of others? I’ve never experienced losing someone to violence. For those who have been there, I can only imagine …
I hold your hand as you look in my eyes
Tears begin to fall ’cause we know it’s goodbye
This is not the way we’re supposed to end
Can’t we start today all over again?
How do you speak when the words won’t come?
How do you think when your mind’s gone numb?
How do you breathe when the air won’t flow?
How do you live when your heart just broke?
For a moment, we were happy – “footloose and fancy free”
In a single bullet’s time, that whole world changed for me
This is not the way life’s supposed to end
We need to go back and learn to love all over again
If we’d walked a thousand miles, it would never be enough
If we’d lived five hundred years, I wouldn’t tire of your touch
You’ve been my friend forever, at least that’s how it seems
So how can I let go and throw away our shattered dreams?
I stand there alone as they take you away
Out of nowhere comes a stranger, we lock in an embrace
I know I’m not alone in this ocean of pain
Together we’ll go on and learn to live all over again
The idea is rather simple –
that everything that’s good
is given in equal measure
to each person in the world
No more loneliness or hunger,
no danger or despair
No unjust deprivation
when so many have no cares
Ah, but cynic that I am
and man always being man,
As I live and breathe today,
I know greed will always stand
Whether nature or by nurture
(a demon’s whisper in the head?),
A heart is rarely satisfied
with what it has in hand
And the arrogant will believe
they deserve more than their brother,
though basic needs are few
and excess means only trouble
The dream is but a reverie
Evolution is but a joke
Our progress has not been real, in the end
it’s merely tightened the yoke.
You sit before me
not a word is said
I gaze into your eyes
You gaze into mine
Primeval in intensity,
penetrating to the core
What was lost is found,
What was secret is revealed
That feared is now accepted
That denied, now embraced
Time ceases to exist,
the world fades to nothing
Waves of energy ebb and flow,
the eternal dance of death and creation
Our souls kiss .. ever .. so .. gently,
yet forming a bond that hell couldn’t destroy
Pegasus gallops across the sky
I gaze into your eyes,
you gaze into mine
You sit before me
Words have no meaning.
(A police officer was killed in the line of duty in my home town the other day. He had barely been on the force for a year.)
Lower the flags in honour
Bow your heads in prayer
I heard another hero died today
How much sorrow must we bear?
‘Justice will be served’ is bitter comfort
for the wife, brother, parent, and child
Let us never forget the courage
or the sacrifices made in their lives
The thin blue line stands strong
It may bend but will never fail
Tho’ each heart may bleed for the fallen,
it always soldiers on to answer the call.
Shed a tear for the inner child
Who died giving birth to the man
Shed a tear for forgotten dreams
That withered as time moved on
Shed a tear for family and friends
Alive now only in memories,
Existing in faded pictures
On a fragile, crumbling page
Shed a tear for an empty heart
That feels nothing but wasted life
Biding its time in sadness,
Waiting for its turn to die
Collect the tears in a paper cup
And pour them on the ground
May roses spring from the bitter drops
May new beauty soon abound.
Another rainy morning
on another summer day
I’m tempted to write a poem,
but by now it’d be a cliche
Thinking is a wall of noise
that blinds us to the moment
So I say go stand in the rain –
go live your own rainy summer day.
Floating in a vacuum
of anachronistic indifference
with metastasistic cynicism
Blood coursing though my veins
is a disinterested shade of gray
Merely killing time
day by meaningless day
What future still remains
for a creation of the past,
swept asunder by history
and tides of relentless change?
State of disconnection,
absence of direction
Eyes can see, mind perceives
The heart is cold and still
What does it mean to want,
what does it mean to dream,
what does it mean to feel?
Where did life go?