poetry – Page 5

A New Dream

So many dreams
Held so very tight
Headed to the future
Floating toward light
But one day,
He looked down
A bowl now empty
Wondering where to go
Thanking God
He still had feet
Hold still for the photo
Smile big—
They all said
Peeking around each corner
Listening to every sound
Tasting all the moments
Waiting
Painfully waiting
For a new dream
To be found

Sunday Night Thoughts

Without the darkness
Would we ever see light?
How can we love day
Without loving the night?
Good guys and bad guys—
The wrong versus right—
Visions only lucid
With linear eyesight

The air outside my office has been filled with the smell of Jasmine

Bad Guy

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