Paths branch out
From the main road
Sitting, stalling
Then choosing
All the roads I've traveled
Lead me back
Guide me to
A single path
So I walk
Step by step
Footprints the only things
That follow
No idea
What lays ahead
Only knowing
What lays behind
No fear
All anger left
At the crossroads
Sitting beside my regrets
Walking this path
A single path
My path of pebbles and sand
Feels to right to be wrong
going through the gats of irony
that aren't even gates at all
no barriers to block me
no body to foresake me
no tears or cries to slow me down
no landscapes to pause me
no transportation to push me
only the dull tread of my feet
to guide me along
on seemingly long paths
in time that never stands still.
Santorini,Greece my top pick
staring out to the Aegean Sea.
Blissful emotion in my heart
this island set me free.
White washed caves to sleep in
fresh fruit to tempt your tongue.
Riding mopeds to black rock beaches
topless in the sun.
Music fills the air at night
my ears are filled with soul.
Dancing freely in the bars
making me feel whole.
Braided locks of rainbow threads
fall down my shoulders bare.
Mud bath waters to sail to
softens feet to hair.
Winds of purity
sweep across my face.
Ill forever remember Greece
My most special place.
Runaway as fast as my feet trample
My breath is ragged
Arms tired of defense
To the wind
Feet aching like the pavement I hit
It hits back in my back pulling me back
Dragging me down just like my past
Runaway from lies and smiles that protect them
Tears leaking out of eyelids that blink in failure
I ran until the air made me bleed
I was just a runaway
Whose milk is still young
Soured like the bitterness of reality
Spit on the ground
Disgracing my sneakers
Patented leather
Of new ideas and delusions that make me
..................... RUN
..................AWAY
Off I go in the direction of career
To lose you is my worst fear
What will you do when I’m no longer near
What will become of us my dear
Nothing is promised but our feelings are clear
Falling in love has not been easy for us
Little by little we earned each others trust
My heart is yours to keep
I’ve given in; taken the leap
It’s only you and your love I seek
Just the thought of leaving makes me weep
Remember our good times when you’re alone
If you need me please pick up the phone
Tell Mister Jay I say hey everyday
That I miss him and can’t wait to play
Don’t forget what you feel for me today
I’ll only be a phone call away
In my mind and in my heart you will stay
I love you… is all that's left to say
Lay
It is December 31, the last day of the year.
The nighttime sky is dark, but quite clear.
In Times Square, there is a lighted ball.
The New Year arrives when it makes its fall.
Despite the freezing cold, there is a huge crowd.
They count down the final seconds very loud.
Finally, in New York, it is 2008.
Everyone wishes each other tidings great.
While I walked around Times Square earlier in the day,
I was looking up at billboards a little to my dismay.
There was Nissan, Nikon, and Panasonic on display.
Honda and Toyota cars drove by me today.
How many of you were around on VJ Day?
Most of us are too young to remember 1945.
Very few of us who were around are still alive.
Who has seen the picture in Life Magazine,
where a sailor kissed his woman, and made a scene?
This leaves me to ask with interrogative candor:
From all I see today, who really won the war?
The desert wind scours the land
Home to all of civilized man
Ankhs hang from leather straps
No turkey gobbles nor Auntie naps.
Kids in mosques and chapels abound
Singing chants of eastern sound.
Genies squirm in lamps too tight
Images rise of Arabian nights.
Visitor you’ll find me over seas
In search an antiquarian gies.
No pumpkin pie or candied yams
Gathered around a table of clan.
Destiny has brought me here
Ancient pyramids now come clear
Yesterdays dreams, I do revere.
*************************
I dreamed of the hills,
Fountain, springs
But she didn't see.
Waking up, I get the buzz
Wondering whats all the fuss
Things that couldn't be..
She tells me "hello,
I had a talk with the fellow,
The trip is a day away!
I sprang up from my bed
Like waking up from the dead
"Yes!" was all i could say,
I packed my bags
Including the rags
Never felt such bliss!
The songs I had sung
So many days, since they rung
My mind, like daffodil-thrills..
But my life,
A boundless strife,
The tickets couldn't be arranged,
My lips lost its hue,
Nothing else she could do,
My life had been deranged.
Tonight I will cry
And imagine to fly
The far away worlds that lure.
Silly, I am!
for giving a damn,
My dreams will keep me alive, for sure.
lead me i’ll follow
though the path is
long and narrow
follow me i’ll
lead you down
a pathway
full of skylight to
see a beautiful
sunrise or sunset
moonlight to see
stars sparkle in
the blackest of night
so lead me i’ll follow
or follow me i’ll
i’ll lead you
either way it’s
a journey you’ll
just want to take
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