Only Memory

So very often
Especially in Autumn
Mother Nature
Takes hold of all my senses
And puts them in Awe
And then my hand
Begins to ache
So much pure beauty
Around me
And I, minus the talent
To capture the color
On Canvas forever
So instead
I admire Mother Nature's work
for hours
Only to feel I've missed it all
When the season ends -
Because of my extreme
lack of proof

A Generation

The moon looks me in the eye
As I stare back,
Then I count his flaws -
Usually lose track.
Maybe this will change -
Most likely won't,
Could be a star -
But most of us don't.
We just drink the booze,
And smoke the pot,
And listen to each other's minds
Creatively rot . . .

Lisa's Here

I only wish for one love
One love's fine for me.
I'll never need another
One love's all I need.
But now this cherub is in my life
Charming me, it's true.
Now one love, isn't good enough,
But I'll settle for just two.

The Accident on I-5

The Wind and Company
Are conducting
A special performance tonight
A funeral
For whoever may and must
Have died
In that mess I saw on the highway tonight
It puzzles me so
When I hear Mother Nature mourn
Over a death
She most deliberately set a stage for
I can't really blame her though
For the death
She never supplies
The last and fatal element

For You Mom

These days I wonder Mother,
Do you really know
How much I love you?
I realize I've never stopped
To put it into words.
But then I haven't always looked
At life, the way I do now.
Perhaps I've been slow
Growing up.
Whenever I think of younger days,
I wish I could take away
All the pain I gave you
And replace it with love,
Love that doesn't hold you at arm's length.
But I guess I've still
Got time,
A lot of time, to show
How much I love you!

Round and round

Round and round
And round and round
Another day gone.
You might try to hold onto it,
But shyly it slips away,
Unnoticed.
When you least want it around,
It becomes an extrovert
And wears itself out on you.
Over and over and over,
It seems to last forever,
Or perhaps it's the weather . . .

Thoughts pace my mind

Thoughts pace my mind,
As a new father paces the
hospital floors,
And just as wearily.

All thoughts scattered, uneven,
As the night's stars, on a
clear night,
And just as inconsistent.

All problems solvable,
As the puzzles you once worked
as a child,
And just as time consuming.

For Mr. Sager

O, Great Spirit,
What a man you have killed!
"Such a good man,"
As his friends would say
A man who was loved,
By his family
And many friends.

Perhaps you had your reasons,
Of which we'll never know.

Perhaps you had a choice,
Between him and an unknown;
Who would've been forgotten,
As soon as his file
Was shoved in a drawer.

You knew that if you killed
The man you did,
That he would live forever,
In the hearts and minds
Of his family
And many friends.

How Far From Hell

It's would be an impossibility
For you to see inside of me
And know what's really there

Not even I can easily tell
Or calculate how far from hell
My lifestyle takes me

Teri

While growing up,
And in need of a guiding hand,
I never thought it to be so.
What a blind course I was on.

Never stopping to ask
For anyone's educated words.

Never stopping to think
Where my next step would take me.

Never stopping . . .

Until one day,

Someone TOLD me.