Flicker

Love doesn’t have to die. Don’t let
your light fade. Even if it flickers,
it’s still progress made. Think of
the steps you took. Look around.
Stay strong. Your light will shine,
or at least, glow. Love will grow.
I could be wrong, but who knows?
Allow the fire, from within, to burn
away any hate left on your plate.
Unleash the beast. Remove the leash.
Don’t lose that pep in your step.
Moving forward is your best bet.
Don’t rest until you feel your best.
Stay in the fight. You’re doing great.
Let your light illuminate the sky
before, during, and after the sunrise.

Fade to Gray

Time continues to slip
through my gentle grip.
The clothes on my back
continue to get ripped.
My words get flipped.
Blue skies open wide
bringing those who hide
out into the holy light.
Blue skies seem to fade
to gray when the sun
goes away. I don’t mind
doing a little dance
under the thunder.
Days fade to gray
as rain drops drip
onto a vacant crypt.
All colors eventually
fade to gray. Evidently,
some shade is man-made.






Behind the Scenes

I am the leading actor
in this movie of life.
The cameras are rolling
all day and all night.
The scenes are shot
from my eyesight
with or without light.
The film developed
is stored in my brain.
There are no ‘cuts’ or
‘do-overs’. The camera
keeps rolling whether
sleeping or bowling.
As my movie finishes,
my memory diminishes.
Once the movie is made,
all things in life fade.
Only if you saw behind
the scenes, you would
understand the man
that I am. You would
see all that I was:
the good, bad, and ugly.
See me for me and look
for all the good things
that I am and will be.


Stained Glass

The image I painted looks so strange;

I don’t know where I went wrong.

I continue to stare: hoping for change.

My eyes have been hurting for too long.

What am I seeing? My version of you?

I stayed grounded when time flew.

I wanted clear skies when I felt blue.

I painted an image all too true.

The image I saw started to fade;

I still picture it the way it looked.

The canvas I used creates a shade.

I still watch your movie as I’m booked.

I paint an image before I leave.

I stared and stared as time passed.

I paint an image before I leave

as everything blackens all too fast.

Shadows

The smallest darkness juxtaposes light

Existing, utilizing its polar opposite.

Following close behind in the night.

Inching closer to us, the true cause of it.

Mimicked and mocked, I continue to move

Regardless of the broken half of me

Dragging along with nothing to lose

…But time

And no ears to hear nor eyes to see.

Through each journey, the darkness is there

Tapping my shoulder, reminding the body

Of a time

more difficult and and unclear

Of a time

When feelings hurt and no one saw me.

Nothing is alone on a earth with billions of lives

Especially when shadows commit to a reveal

Those who foil a dark history with bright times

Found life in a shadow in which they appeal.

Each mountain climbed strengthens it’s figure,

Every emotion and thought sinks into its shape.

Growing stronger each day to the body it lingers.

Connected to out heels, never early or late.

It knows

How we feel and what we say

How to be with us when we are stray.

But who caused this darkness attached to our hip?

Was it us or the environment in which we breathe?

Why does it feels like oversized cargo on a ship?

Whomever it is, it’s a part of me until the earth I leave.