No Direction

No Direction
6-9-10


I am a fool, I must say
No direction after the month of May
Not completely helpless or hopeless
Yet feeling like a stray
Can't give up, can't give in
All is subject to change
O, why should all of this be strange
There is nothing left but the scent on my fingers
Wishing I could close my eyes to make it all go away
But I have forgotten what I was going to say
It's not fun but I have faith that there will be better days
O, what will become of me
Out of the woods but never free...








I Am A Survivor
6-9-10


Prison was the word I heard on the way back from work
O, why do you rub it in
When everything is nothing but sin
I am a survivor
Experience is good even when it's bad
In complete uncertainty
That this was the best I ever had
Don't be alarmed
No one else is harmed
It is said that I have no excuse nor clue
As ink is as where it stands
Either black or blue
So I try to write in red
Do right and give me a light
And all we have done has been said...






















Sassafras
6-9-10


Looking for the buzz
But we end up with reasons of just because
And with a bow of brass
With no clue of the pine or the sassafras
O, where have the others gone
In our hopes to prove it till the dawn
Rendered helpless without a seed to produce our spawn
As the usual rhyme goes strange
When still we will have lines the rearrange
Go down to visit your neighbor while you still can
And take not thought of your wing span...


















Just Another Dance
6-9-10


They ask how do I deal with this
I bow my head as if nothing of this will I miss
Need to show up tomorrow for the interview
Need to show my best even when nothing is new
Humble with the fact that there will be nothing left
Left with the base and treble cleft
Someday you will need my help
Where such unrest depends upon the circumstance
This is no joke
It is only another dance....










Faced By An Empty Page
6-9-10


Faced by an empty page again
No longer futile when it comes to my pen
Nothing is as what it seems
When we consider the gift of but hopes and dreams
With a need to learn how to forgive myself
With belief in the sprite, the fairy and the elf
As we are instructed to I don't know what
Back in the corner to be treated by the uppermost branch
Looking for another plan
As I still eat salmon from a can...










Gelded
6-9-10


We plead, have mercy O Lord
As we state that poetry is our cord
Forced outside our comfort zone
Yet not left O, so all alone
It seems that I am doomed
Yet there is nothing worse than what is exhumed
The pressure is off
The pressure is on
As I am deceived to carry on
Till the light of dawn
Are there any other options or choices
Or any of such comforts in such voices
There still is time
To refuse the need to rhyme...








I Hear Mallards
6-10-10


I hear mallards flying overhead
saying in their own language
That not everything under the sun
Has been done or said
It all worked out
I got the job
So why do we still fear and doubt
As I fit a new filter into my pipe of corn cob
To smoke while watching a movie
With the action scene of a street mob
All things work together
All things are set in place for God's plan
Put on your skin your forty block lotion
As you sit out and get your tan...