Winds

The air combs my hair
hands hold coffee & a smoke
waking look about this world
like my soul it’s wanting

The flesh shows signs of weard
abused and absurd looking worn
always did like clothes of an old man
frayed grey coat hides the new born

Psalm 91 I go to strength sure to come
some look at me wonder how I keep on
what’s next it won’t be stopped
change comin’ can’t see it but I believe

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Winds pushed me up against the wall
shut off the engine that’s my mind
gusts blew sparks of fire passed through me
refreshing a battered man telling him it’s time
It’s time what comes to me be revealed in song & line

 

Never Again

Never Again

Walking in a moist breeze wondering
will I ever be touched again by a woman
one who will want and give love and respect
for a moment awhile ago I came to my senses

She has a good heart but what would she want
with just a little time a lot of work must be done
I could love her she should know she could do worse
with the scars and a failing heart I still have passion

I have words but a mechanic or a fireman can be a poet
living the life I love but it would be sweet to have someone
to walk with in the closing chapters we could have & hold on
let go the desire it would take work we might share even have fun

Touched a hand a brief encounter
I thought is it possible that once again
a good kind woman I will remember her
and again I’ll never know what could have been

There

There

Way back I was amazed have been
people give up their dreams
settle for what’s easily acquired
not remember what might

You’d think that one
who had read Dostoevsky
would know better than to think
he’d escape the work of his hands

Close my eyes where I live
in the real world,the Imagination
see the infinite in everything
giving in whatever happened to sin

No one could love her like I do
we walked in the cool evening Paradise
all she could do was say yes
this something she dare not miss

Love To Be Made

The gift she was lying under me
on clean sheets in a dim light
Varmeer would have painted her & more
could I wait the day better for night

After years of sleeping alone
waking from bad dreams to empty days
each bringing sufficient trouble & sorrow
here was an orchestra a symphony to play

She drank red wine me I drank Irish whiskey
listened to Mozart & Miles watched subtitled movies
we were floating when the dark covered us
I knew I had my work cut out for me

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There was love to be made
we had to finally know
the desire we had grown
There was love to be made
and we made it making it still

Go Away

Go Away

A ticket I grasp in my pocket
can’t remember time the train will arrive
a voice whispered in my ear
do you expect to leave here alive

Beloved by a few where I was raised
but the stings of darts marked me
a new scenery ought to do me some good
there ain’t many miles left on this heart

Memories I will carry the good ones
not sing of the affliction that befell me
what people don’t understand they often fear
I forgive won’t forget the shots no good in telling of

Too late for things to be different
it’s an adult situation have to learn to live with it
they’ll never give me a chance to start over
unfair words spoken too many have no mercy to give

In leaving and not looking back
regret but not miss what I can’t change
mistakes of a youth they can’t let go so
I’ll wave goodbye tears in my eye but
wiser now I know it’s best for all if I go away

Home

Home

There’s people I couldn’t make them understand
no way they can be still and just listen
I don’t care anymore if they think I’m crazy
but I can feel there’s things I don’t want to miss

It’s easy to seek escape from life be numb
let them dummy you down stay in the shallow water
television videos games sex without love
they convinvce ya that way you won’t get hurt

If I read for hours and turn off the telephone
I am escaping to what I know to be real
don’t have the time I will not be bored
time’s running out even what hurts I want to feel

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Call me what you like you won’t find me
I have to be in the quiet wide open space
a retreat where I seek & summon strength
I’ll be back till then I will be in my own place
want to be left alone not alone
before I go had to have a home

On The Wall

On The Wall

There’s a woman hanging on my wall
painted by a master Vermeer
light in the dusk hours shine
dim I want her with me here

In these hours time is no more
past present future a silent movie
I see too much for the mind of man
at the station of my being

Reading scripture I want more
to live up to what I’m sure of
the world brings fear and dejection
bearable only by knowing of His love

Any who gives me  a thought a reading
surely knows this is all I’m good for
been with women who enter life then go
hours too brief I wanted more and more

The hundreds of songs,thousands of poems
years of labor took my energies
that’s where I live you find me there
I have some memories of love and freedom