Wishing a wonderful 2018 for us all. Happy New Year!!
Z
Wishing a wonderful 2018 for us all. Happy New Year!!
Z
Bad Guy
Judgment Day
The time could come
for all the dangerous decisions
to finally surface;
The ball in a chosen man’s court
Is it so hard to see
that behind the eyes of the bad guy
is maybe somebody who sees,
in either you or in me,
a set of eyes belonging
to his or her bad guy
Hand-wringing
The birds are not singing
outside the window,
on the branches of trees shaped leafless
Heart-racing
Will the chosen man be sending
all of the blame today
Is it so hard to see
that behind the eyes of the bad guy
is maybe somebody who sees,
in either you or in me,
a set of eyes belonging
to his or her bad guy
Accuser versus the accused
Liquid soaking through a pressed shirt
of a man, could be around 35
Tension ripping through his organs
like a knife
Blood on the floor
Fly away, foul thoughts
Fly away, it can’t be so bad
Fly away, to happy places
Fly away, all the dreams can still happen
Is it so hard to see
that behind the eyes of the bad guy
is maybe somebody who sees,
in either you or in me,
a set of eyes belonging
to his or her bad guy
Z
A Letter to Paris
Boredom sets in
9-5 Job
I am no machine
So, Doc can you please
Scoop out what is truly Me;
Pour metal into this body
My spirit, you must see
Requires deep renovations
Send what you remove
To Paris, France—
As per these exciting and
Most recent reservations
Z
Could have been
Just a minute of your time, please
Let’s have a seat
Need to tell you something
About what could have been
Wrestling in my mind
Over and over
Time and time again—
I have wondered
What I could have done different;
And if, I could go back,
I would be the person
Who did make happen
What I think should have been
Please let me finish,
No interruptions, if you don’t mind
I promise not to take
Much more of your time
The moment we are having
Is here and we will never
Be able to go back again
Now, look into my eyes
(I have no more words)
To make you see,
What I do believe,
Could have been…
Z
A Gust of Wind
A gust of wind
Brings me right back in
Inward, once again
With a deep breath
In the nose
Out the mouth,
I can handle the outside
With fortitude
Falling leaves—
They remind me:
The past cannot be
Replayed;
The future is not here
The only way
I can truly be
Is to keep breathing,
Let rise and fall keep happening
Inside of me
Z
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