Have a Lovely Day

Have a lovely day Pushed now to the limit by a never ending whisper Lost behind the meaning of a question I can’t hear Dreaming of a day when life addresses me much deeper Found within in a headline that is nothing close to clear Led onto a dance floor with a blindfold and a promise Following the jagged steps that shuffle once again A slow collaboration to the music that was playing Performed beneath a false pretense that never should have been Words in place of faces with a finger pointing outward Fodder for the listeners who fall as one more prey Stalking from the shadows on the unsuspecting gazers Candy offered free to all of those who want to play Jumping to conclusions as if age will change decisions Casting off a friend without a compass in his hand Sorry if this heart has run away from past deceptions When its found the weight becomes much more than it can stand Some can be so fickle filled with uninvited feelings Blame is placed on others as their mind lives in a trance In between the lines they find affection in a poem Whirled about in cursive some accept as true romance When did I become a man who listens to his echo Caught outside the visions that can bring the scene alive Wondering aloud if I can just afford an answer Facts of that elusive mark which somehow I survive No one understands me as the crowd now wanders backwards Shocked that some old lunatic is running down the street Screaming in a language sounding like a trolley whistle There’s no need to fear me, why does everyone retreat Just another body strewn about in some odd fashion Move along, there’s nothing here you haven’t seen before Hurry, call the coroner his pen is slowly dying Look, a note he left behind all crumpled on the floor I am just a poet who at times has penned emotions Sending hope and happiness in fancy written charm Not some steely daggers there in wait beyond the forest Hopeful you’ll believe me that I never meant you harm Those were not my wishes that are sorted out and tattered Just a piece of fabric sewn around the fraying seams Stitched together tightly in a thread of indecision Cut by little pieces that are lost inside my dreams Give me just a minute and I’ll pick up where I started Then you’ll know the meaning of these very words I say Far above the message found in hypothetic banter Everyone, enjoy yourselves and have a lovely day Thanks for everything Soupers. I will never forget the kindness all of you have shown me. Chris