man, love, poem, poetry – Page 5

Part-time Philosophies

The ocean does not speak of sadness
For sadness has no voice that can say
That being empty is like being filled forever
An infinite without a way
And when I with my eyes look out
At a world where each face has a place
I wonder who really wins
If it’s in a circle that everyone does race
True it is tragic that in the end
There is no magic that holds all the cards
For his is the glory of the game
Who plays his joker as ace when it’s hard
And I know in this mesmerizing madness
For the follicle of that forever fame
People play their pieces for practice
Unaware that they will never be the same
And so do I yearn to sit
By the shore where horizons do cease
And thank the seed of silence
For this life that I had on a lease

Periphery


Between sleeping and falling asleep 
I lost a lifetime
To live some dreams

Light Years


My eyes cannot measure the distance,
My heart knows our love is the same,
I am falling like wax from a candle,
Reaching for the touch of your flame

Leftovers


In the end
I am just a footprint in someone’s mind
Till the dust of time settles 
And there is nothing more one can find

Lines

Whatever future I hold today,
Come tomorrow will be a yesterday…

Moral Of All Stories

On a blue green morning
Two men
Sitting on a stone
By a river still and deep
Discussed the world’s demise
Feeling old and feeling wise
Till one of them caught a fish
And left

PIECES

All that is left now;
Is for us to write
Of our dreams of the day
That died in the night

A Lifetime

If all the nights
And all the days
Of my life
Condense
In one epiphany without end
Then friend hear well
That the clock, when it strikes midnight,
Will not be pointing at twelve

Hubris

I am just another
Diluted human being
Strained with whetstone thoughts
And rhinestone dream
Tracing the echo of my footsteps
In silent halls
Sans any walls
Was I born to burn
And cling to life
Like cigarette ash
Dying and dying
One breath at a time?
I can hear the puppets talk
At night
Their voice
Made of wood and string
Mirrors of what the violin sing
My tragedy and ivory
A comedy and ebony
My face is falling apart
Like wallpaper
And what’s beneath is no longer me
It’s a different shade
This bruise beneath the bandage
I am alone
And awake
And I know
That I ache
Somewhere deep inside
Where those things hide
Which I keep
So not to weep
At every pain that passes
Like needle through my arm
For I am just another
Diluted human being
Strained with whetstone thoughts
And rhinestone dream

Akin

Let me go
And I shall be
Something akin
To a memory
My flesh it burns
My bones they weigh
The nights are tough
And it’s hard these days
For my soul it wanes
Like wax neath flame
And I know the pain
To always feel the same
Thus there is no way
Where I can sow
A seed of pearl
For a sea to grow
So I shall pass
Through the veil of sand
Alone with eternity
Hand in hand…