Hindsight

What was I thinking?

I’m not even sure that

I know the answer to

that question. Did I ever

mention that, no matter,

the intention, thoughts

become suspended? Days

of my past mix together.

Former ideas whirl around

like a reverberating sound.

I couldn’t tell you what I was

thinking. All I know is what

I was feeling. Hindsight is 20/20.

Some days were bad even when

it was sunny. I look back before

walking through the next door.

Bombs Away

My finger is on the button.
Let me know when to press
it. One finger can change
everything. A single bomb,
when inside its proximity,
causes utter dysfunction
due to its mass destruction.
Leaving nothing but rubble,
a bomb will cause trouble.
When there is nothing left
but fragments of the past,
a thriving history surely
will not last. After a blast,
the surviving buildings
are just sad shadows cast.
Tell me when. I’ll press it.
When it is pressed, know
that’s when war begins
as peace is put to rest.



In my Dreams

I seem to believe what I see
in my dreams. I can recall
vivid visions of my past.
I remember you visiting me
in my dreams. I fall asleep
with you on my mind as I find
time to unwind. Deep in sleep,
my brain goes unchained.
I take a walk without moving
and I talk without speaking.
In my dreams, my broken
memories come visit me.
Old thoughts and new ideas
dance inside my head, behind
my eyelids. In my dreams,
everything feels all too real.
As I sleep, the show starts,
in my dreams, where I watch.