Shadows

Shadows forming in my mind,
Clouds race to shelter the sun.
Passing quickly.
Not lingering.
Not hiding.
Thoughts are where,
Thoughts have never been.
Shapes of you,
Like a kaleidoscope in my brain.
Spinning.
Have me completely turned around.
Hoping you were gone.
Now I’m missing you.
Drift away,
Drift away.
Tomorrow’s another day.
Or stay.

Precipe

Hi Mom

Echoes of the past,
Haunting me.
Steps alone.
Steps in the driven snow,
Only I can follow,
Only I can know.
A path ill forgotten.
The journey, a pause,
Takes my breath away.
Reaching back to the life,
I’ve been given.
Breathing life back,
Back to the future.
Where only I can,
Know who I am,
Alone.

Successful business people stand on ground that is “crumbling beneath their feet,” Joseph Schumpeter

When You Truly Love Someone.

When it rains, it pours!When you truly love someone,
You don’t mind the rain.
You even welcome the cold.
And hope there’s no letting go.
You just embrace love.
Each touch is the promise of a new beginning.
A simple smile,
Together in a quiet place.
Until words tear you apart.
Your heart’s been broken,
Over and over again.
Just when it seems you can’t take it anymore,
You just let go.
You can’t hold on any longer.
You can’t stand the pain.
Let in the rain.
Just walk away.
Shut out the lights.
Pray you live another day.
Let it rain.

We seek happiness in external things without realizing that they don’t help when we have problems within. We need to focus instead on the joy that comes with peace of mind that allows us to remain happy whatever happens.  Dalai Lama

Surrounded

Surrounded!
And alone.
Smiling faces,
All around.
And no place to go.
I can hear the silence,
In the whispers.
Words spoken,
Lie quietly,
In the past.
Our last.

Surrounded!
And alone.
Around this bend,
In the road,
I can’t see.
There’s a lot,
Of places,
You’re telling me.
Telling me to go.
I’ll never see.
I didn’t know
You’re saying yes.
When the answer’s no.

Surrounded!
And alone.
Smiling faces,
All around.
No place I’m free.
I have to decide,
I want to hide,
Inside of me.
If you’re looking,
I’m sure you’ll find me.


She’s My Rainbow

She’s a quiet smile,
A gentle laugh away.
She’s my rainbow,
On a gray day.
All I can do is pray,
Like I do,
For another day.

She’s the soft breeze on my face,
A warm embrace.
She’s the thoughts I wish I’d had.
The kindness when I’m sad.
All I can do is pray.
Like I do.
For another day.

She’s the hands that reach for the sky,
She’s the voice in silence cries.
She is every gift I’ve given,
Every gift I’ve ever received.
All I can do is pray.
Like I do.
For another day.

She’s every breathe I take,
Every life I make.
She’s everything I see,
She’s the light inside of me.
She’s my Mom.
All I want is another day!
Another day.

Lost Lives Live Too Long

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Sunsets Lasts but a Minute, Sand Shifts Beneath Our Feet. Love Lasts a Lifetime. Ideacapitalist

I’m lost for the last time,
But I’m not alone.
Feelin’ wrong, and right at home.
So much is feelin’ wrong,
Lost lives live too long.

Feeling I don’t belong.
My tears dripping down,
Onto your face,
Not a hair out of place.
You’re the empty smile without a face,
You’re the kiss without an embrace.
You’re the heart without a place.

A whisper in your ear.
My lips paint the words.
Only you can hear.
You’re skin deep.
You can’t sleep.
I’m the soulful stare.
I’m the soul laid bare.
I’m your nightmare.

You’ve said everything I needed to hear.
Little did I know how little you care.
You felt good until you didn’t.
You felt good until you couldn’t.
Movin’ on or maybe so.
Leavin’ my heart behind.
Or maybe so..

I’m lost for the last time.
Secrets are for closed doors.
Feelin’ wrong, and right at home.
They’re no more, and I’m not alone
Lost lives live too long.

The piano plays to me.
Too close to where I want to be.
Lost lives live too long,
Live too long,
Right at home.

Listening to Paul Cardall’s album New Life, Letting Go and Michael Meets Mozart by the Piano Guys

Selfish

Selfish. Not a label I have ever wanted to own. I’ll own it. Certainly it’s a label that has to be resonating with more of us today than ever before. We’re all selfish. Ego controls us. Think selfie. Our smart phones own us.

If I can be rested from my self-induced, self-prescribed existence or being and smart phone, it would literally require an act of God.

It’s alarming to me, an ordinary human, that the extraordinary, often sensational, often impersonal, even detached, surreal moments become my perception of reality. I would never experience these moments without this new reality. The Internet and the advent of social media.

How can us ordinary humans, moms, dads, teachers, business and spiritual leaders compete with this new reality? Self-awareness maybe the one thing I can do to improve selflessness. If you can listen to your inner self maybe you can do a better job of listening to someone else. It could make me a better person. Good luck with that!

Case in point, calling someone selfless is a huge compliment. There may be people that commit selfless acts but who do you know that can be described as selfless? Rare indeed. Did I mention self-effacing? To the point, I wrote Lonely Man in one of those pity me moments. It’s called self-promoting!

Lonely Man

Lonely man, you know who I am. 
You’re a labor of love, hand and glove. 
If you ever want to shoot for the moon,
You’ll need to bring your own silver spoon. 

Your drink is empty, nothing’s on the table.  
Miguel your waiter, sells only by the label. 
So you dance to music that never ends,
And toast bartender Mike, your new best friend. 

You’re anybody who has a story.
You’re the blood and guts, but no glory. 
You’re the play that’s no longer afloat. 
You’re the poem, you never wrote.

Lonely man, you know who I am.  
You’re a labor of love, hand and glove.
Johnny Cochran’s not your deal.
You’ll never win on your appeal. 

You’re the crowd in every room. 
The conversation that always spells doom. 
You’re the fly that’s always unzipped,
The greeting card, that’s always skipped. 

You’ve become the sweat on everyone’s brow. 
You’re the answer to, “No, not now!” 
You’re the best friend you’ll never have. 
You’re the rub, without the salve.

Lonely man, you know who I am. 
Labor of love, fit hand and glove. 
Win the lottery prize in your office pool? 
What are the odds you’ve played the fool!

You’re someone’s smile, without a face. 
You’re the awkward in an embrace.
You’re the gaze behind an empty stare. 
You’re the voice that isn’t there. 

You’re the cold pavement under bare feet. 
You’re the toothless grin that never eats.
So when you dare ask for a slice of life,
You’re the one to brandish a knife. 

And when your chapter is finally read,
You already know what’s been said.
Lonely man, you know who I am, 
Dance to music that never ends.

I originally wrote Lonely Man for a Montel Williams Poetry Contest for MS charity because I have a sister with MS. I think “Lonely Man” epitomizes how many of us feel from time to time. At the same time it pokes some fun at those same self-effacing feelings.

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