No air, no space, no light
water gone, food gone, people gone
He can’t take it much longer –
might go crazy.
He thinks it’s a dream,
a hallucination
the train has stopped.
Reality sets in as quickly
as it seemed to have faded.
The doors are ushered open
by bullets and shouting.
Left! Right! Stop! Leave it!
His dignity is stripped away with
every piece of clothing he takes off.
At least water is coming soon.
Do you think the guards would
notice if he drank some? They
would probably laugh at him.
No air, no space, no light
He holds on to the reassurance
of a shower when he should
be preparing for death.
His water never came,
the showerheads never
sputtered to life --
This was written in response to the horrors of the Holocaust: Jews transported in
cattle cars, told they were going to get showers, but then killed by way of gas.
paint a picture of a landscape thats surreal to reality
a place that you could never imagine
where water flows to the sky
and the rain comes from the ground
no trees for cover
no mountains to gaze at
just water flowing through the ground
ripping life away from all it encounters
in this picture there is no ground
no solid place to fall on
its just a free fall to no where
The cold, icy water caught my attention
I splashed my face, but
The mirror failed to reflect the
Anguish emanating from my eyes
How early my soul solemnly dies..
The water dripping down my chin
Struggled less to track down
The invisible contours of my face,
I breathe, I hate this elusive race
My head pains
Paralyzed, I am from my senses
My heart beats mechanically like an old radio tune
I see my scarred, expressionless face
And try to seek the illusions that baffle my mind,
Is there no one else of my kind?
I despise this weary world
Friends no longer seem to invigorate like a breeze
Blowing away my sorrows,
Smiles escape from my poker face;
It is now, when I realize that
Every winter, I can't dream
For the one I thought would be my spring
Has abandoned all of me..
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Another day
Another dollar
The alarm clock screams
I mute the squalor
Let me sleep
Just one more hour
Having to work
My mood turns sour.
Cold water hits me
In the shower
I didn’t get to sleep
That extra hour
The water heater’s busted
I cannot fix it
My bank account is empty
The alimony nixed it.
Manual labor
For little pay
Sore and tired
At the end of the day
Bills pile up
I throw them away
God help me
I cry and pray.
Dinner consumed
From a bottle
Life speeds by
Revving the throttle
All alone
With my troubles
For dessert
I have a double.
Crawl into bed
Re-set the alarm
My hand, the only woman
I can charm
Fall asleep
Feeling no pain
Go to the top
And start over again.
My whole life, I've been in a tank.
There has always been water in it.
It filled the tank past my head.
But I had a life jacket.
I could cope with the water.
There was no fear of drowning.
Until now. My life jacket has
been taken away, and I cannot swim.
The water is weighing down on me,
pressing against me from all sides.
Gasping for air
Down under the water
I come back up
Take a deep breath
Down under the water
Everything as murky blue
Take a deep breath
The water is bitter
Everything as murky blue
My vision is fading
The water is bitter
My eyes are closed
My vision is fading
The water caresses me
My eyes are closed
As my life leaves me
The water caresses me
Floating weightlessly
As my life leaves me
And I am free
Weep The Willow She
Bark and Willow
Weeps she to raining
Poses curtained shadows
Behind the water fall of slim leaven branchings
Underneath recumbent grass
Damp on cold spatters
Spreading stains water logged
An unremitting drop of rain
Shaken to drips from the overhang
Her shoulders code the tears
Fall
Leafy roof sweeping down
Bending low and bending thoughts
Weeping to the sky
Bending low and bending thoughts
Dark shafts lighted thoroughfares dappling
Where once the night and shade
May have squabbled
Over these ink-ed pools
Of sorrow she
Slipping from embassies of luminosity
Lent themselves between the bows
Bent between her thoughts
Weeping to the sky
So water for you is thicker than blood
what happens when that water rises
and causes a flood
when that water falls into your dirt
and leaves you standing in mud
all alone and hurt
Will you think of me
when the blood drops on your shirt
It Started off as a seed.
That we, you and I planted.
We watered it daily, gave it plenty of sunshine, and it grew.
The most beautiful flower, it was.
People envied it.
Wishing they could grow a flower like ours.
"It will always bee there", you said, " as long as we remember to take care of it.
But our lives sometimes caused us to forget to shower it with affection.
We sometimes forgot to water it, and sit it in the sunshine to absorb the warmth.
And soon we didnt water it at all, and it didn't see sunshine for weeks.
It started to lose its bright red, and fade to brown.
And by the time i realized what was happening it was too late.
I tried to revive it.
I watered it more than usual.
And even let it sit in the sun all day.
But it continued to deteriorate.
A flower such as this needs the devotion of two, one person can't do it all.
So, I had to sit, and watch
as our flower...
our love...
died.