Their Eyes

Whispers of gleams they once held
Their torment paints the silence deep
Dulling stars across a fading horizon
No longer hiding the misery they keep
Their edges blur into a fruitless gray
Refusing to dance to any melody
Months since the last song had ended
Devoid of any such youthful reverie
Yet painted in their pupils, daft tales
Love gone wrong, Relations jaded
Misquoted intentions, Chances missed
Harmony discorded, Hope is faded
Painful reminders at every winding turn
No escape from them, Not in a crowd
Wishing to help, Musing for sympathy
Silence unkempt, Disturbances loud
If only they knew, could possibly see
That once not so many oceans before
This dreamer's own were also haunted
Before finding hope from a hidden door

Things

Once I held a
Wife
Knew not how to
Love
Yes, She went
Away
A career I had once
Too
Away it went as
Well
The same way as my
Wife
Gave away it
All
Money, I held no
Patience
As I burned away my
Pile
Traded it for
Lies
Bargained from the
Devil
The world I thought
Held
If only in my
Mind
I became its
Fool
It became my
Master
That is the way of
Things
Glass never
Dry
Soul perpetually
Empty
Even the world was
Gray
Held little clout
A path I long
Ambled
For giving away it
All
I stopped short
Of dying down
Inside
Another purpose
Of which I'm not
Aware
Surely as I breath
I stand here with a
Bucket
Full of lies you
See
I traded my things
Yesterday
And filled with perpetual
Doubt
I did not know
That they were yet
Gone
Nothing is worth your
Soul
No, objects
They could not save
You
And yet, you held them
Tight
But still they slipped
Away
And as they simply
Fell
From the Earth
You slid out to
Space
With them, Yes
You chased your
Things
As far as you could
Go
And though they meant
Nothing
You wouldn't know that
For a while yet to
Come
And you sat there,
Just looking at your
Bucket
And you wondered
What did it all
Mean
Why were you sad,
From the loss of
Things,
Or something else
Inside

It Went So Fast

Unbridled wrath, Unmatched speed
   Shortened breath, Sonic blur
      Remembering, Forgetting

         Hands of clock, Caught by wind
            Squinting eyes, Holding space
               Unclear years, Fading, Vague

                  Restive Thoughts, Gain no ground
                        Pursuing,                  Chasing time
                  No purchase,              No reboot

               Once such pass, Youth falters
            Wisdom gained, Wrinkles too
         Boyhood lost, Seldom smooth

      Echoes sound, Laughter mutes
   Eyes shut tight, Listening loud
Out of reach, Beyond clouds

Friday Drivers

They drive by swiftly
In a race
to some where
They smoke
And text
And listen to the radio
Hopefully
They can still see the
Road
Their minds wander upon
Christmas
They worry about
Money
And bills
And sex
Not this evening though,
On their way home
They will
Forget
Every care they had
Perhaps
They ponder about
Beer
And parties
And sex
No longer do the bills
Matter
For two days
The world will stand
Still
And watch
And wait
But Monday will come
The doubts
They will return
and they will
Wish
That it was Friday
Once Again

Black Bags

That face,
It can only mean one thing
Trouble

How else,
Is a man supposed to see
Her face

The dark,
It doesn't hide her story
Her truths

No good,
She watches what is taken
Faith lost


They know,
Their dark act not unnoticed
Her too

Everyone sees,
The pillage that night; the dark
I saw

No Answers,
Mysteries under the moon
Yet not