Without a Verse

If at once, you judge him well

and count the curse, without the veil

You would know, in times he failed

Without a verse, without a sail


Then I had heard, him say at last

This is no life, there is no mast

I have no point, I have no caste

For what is life, without a past


But here too he was wrong as all

Life is not a slow-rolling ball

It’s fast and free without a wall

And doesn’t care if you have crawled

So why not stand and face it first

Without a verse, fighting your curse

At the table

He sits quietly at the table

Thoughts are fading whispers, blending with the surrounding

They don’t know he’s unstable

Mental fissures abound, separate lives straining for release


Another speaks loudly

Contradicting the spoken rabble of unrecognizing fellows

They, use ignorance proudly

Acting as though the Tower of Bable were an umbrella of wisdom


He never wanted to sit in this chair

Dreams and glittering things always seemed so far

Now he finds his reflection stares

With marked dullness, eyes always ajar


There may further be hope

He’d known one or two to break away

But familial chains create rope

Settled lives require his day


Solace creates comfort on its own

Sacrifice the past for the future

His life is on loan

The father must be a producer


Seeming in the multitudes
These lights, are, quite oddly hued
They snap and click like fireflies
Moving between, the lows and highs

The children move among them now
Without seeing, this I vow
They press in, then move away
Throughout the start and close of day

The hues, they change again!
From blue to a strange blend
I cannot see, for the light so blinds
Recalling such sweet bitter times

I’m moving toward the brillance now
Courage can’t let me bow
I stand within the strange accord
Feeling like a false bright lord

The children, they grow accustomed to me
Moving off in pairs or threes
The lights they grow dimmer as course
No adult should reach this source

They Called

They called from the four-sided walls

Saying they were free

They called to say they had stood tall

But couldn’t just let be


They said things would be better now

Then it was in the past

They said they would write letters now

This thing of ours could last


But the wood slammed and life was called

As tears fell to the floor

They screamed aloud, but then were hauled

Straight to the iron door

They were right, in the end, things are much better now

No more fights, no more blend, this she did so vow


Just a Stroll

I sang and cooed a lullaby

I sang and sang until it died

The song held such a wild cry

Evening approached before I sighed


I held him in my arms so long

Forgetting things so I am told

Feeling my age and no less bold

I walked out of the room on a devilish stroll


I walked and walked, and walked some more

Walked so long I lost the floor

Walked enough I forgot what’s sore

Walking helped me lose the score


But then I walked into a soul

A soul just out, taking a stroll

She smiled lightly and eyed my toll

Saying nothing but filling the hole


Deep and down he dove-

time became an unknown

The swell rose and slashed-

his body managed the clash


He considered turning back-

none could survive this attack

But life doesn’t work in reverse-

he continued as conditions grew worse


A manner of monsters grew near-

they looked at this poor creature with a sneer

The man never looked around-

he’d experienced life’s ups and its downs

Deep and down he dove-

Unto a place, no one else has known