The Wall

When my day is done

I head on home
Just because that's where I go--
Through the door
To a chair
To the wall where I stare.
I don't have cares
Not anymore--
Life has lost its luster
And my days of late are ever darker.

Dream of Dreams. (Haiku)

To rest those heavy
Eyes, oh dream of dreams! Come to
Me this night and be. 

Don't Pay

They gave

Don't pay
Be a man
Don't give in
Look away
If you
Roll the dice you'll
Pay the price
Don't sneak a peek
Don't be weak.

Sleep Forever

Darkness quietly presses in around holding me
And the world is so very still--filled with a
Stillness and a calm hanging perfectly prone in the air,

So tranquil
It was like the night you
Told me
"Sleep tonight sleep forever,
As long as we are together".    

Be a Thinker

Questions and answers
On my lips, possessed by the
Thought of ideas to unzip
My heart tells my mind to
"Consider every answer"
Then I from
Thought to thought like a dancer--
Ponder every pondering
Mull over and tinker
And don't forget to be a thinker.

Plea

I simply cannot
Write tonight
And the immpossiblilty
Is killing me
So I will retire
And become an escapee
From the immprobability
Of my poetry plea.   

People

People. oh so many people.
Under God's sun.
Lost people. So many lost people
Under this dark sky.
God's people. oh so many people.
Looking for hope
God's people searching the world out
For so many people looking for hope. 

Author of Words.

Whatever I write I erase
And then it's gone-- what could it have been?
It might have been something it might have not, and we won't ever know now will we? 
But I spared these words the deleter for the sake of the reader
Because if you read them they will have a reason to be written and though
I've seen many sentences come and gone not one
Knew the reason for their composition
Absolutely none.
Not one. 
The Writer has known
Even before he wrote
Words wouldn't ask about the cause
For a clause a comma a rhyme a pause
Or for the Author's reason for their creation-- 
And if my words would ask
What I authored them for
I wouldn't cry every night
For their broken little hearts
Lost in the dark--
It tears me apart when my words
Ask if their existence is simply fictitious
And without an eternal purpose.       

Goodnight

Quietly incapable
Quite contrite
Hands clenched
Unable to write
So tonight
I will pen naught but
Goodnight.

I Resign

Remember when we danced across the floor Scuffing black marks across the glossy wood
Pressing our palms together--
That was the last time. 

That night.  Oh the regret!
Such a scar naught time abates. Scant chance I will forget,
In my memories you await. 

And this is another sleepless night thinking of you

Crying for what I couldn't do--

Darling, please forgive me
For not being enough for you.

I remember
Your hand in mine
For the last time--
I cry, then into

The night
I resign.

Untitled

When I hear your name I pass from this world and
Don't know what to do
As if I don't know what is happening to me
Like I'm dying again tonight
Just as I did the night I said goodbye.