Anger Management

It is not the fault of the world
There is no requirement
That things go right
There are not guarantees in life
That things will be fair
That you can win the fight

I simply must manage
To control the thoughts
Keep control of my will
The outcome is not
Within ability to control
And the anger will only kill

Promises are but words shared
They carry no meaning
Their burden no weight
Hollow thoughts meant to sooth
Even when shared
With a soul mate

Expecting them to be true
To have meaning at all
Is delusional lie
Such fantasy will only
Feed that angry wall
That will not die

To survive requires the management
The ability to accept the loss
Survive and move on
Know that others do not see truth
That is clear in your eyes
Of truth, there is none

The anger consumes
Even when that is all you have left
To remember the hopes
That once filled your head
The plans of the day
The dreams of the night
Turned into dust in the wind
Left behind as one dead.


G - August 2009

Tick

Tick

Tick


Tick
One more second flicks by
On the clock
On the wall
Otherwise bare
As time crawls

Tick
It will not stop its march
Nor will it speed
Only that feeble crawl
That defies change
Defies control
And tics

The days pile
End to end
Seem to speed past
In the blink of on eye
While the clock
Just continues to Tick

Tick

Pages from the calendar
Litter the floor
As leaves in fall
Rain from the wood
From the land of life
Dead shadows of past

Years fall like rain in spring
With the ravages of the storm
Taking hope
Erasing dreams
Creating truth
From what once were lies

A lifetime it seems
Gone in a blink of the eye
Never even seemed to start
Before already lost
While the clock on the wall
Barely quivers
With its Tick

Tick

Time
With all of its hopes
Is gone
With the blur of lighting
But a flicker
In the heart of the storm

While the clock on the wall
Which could bring such relief
Refuses to yield
Will not release its hold
Its claim
And torture
With each crawling Tick

Tick

Tick.


G - August 2009

Lash

Thoughts of the selfish
Dreams of the damned
Rip to the fabric façade
A mind come unbrained

What happened to the person
Who tried to always help
The weight become too much
Or finally just get fed up

Without malice to any other
Without meaning any harm
Just wanting to punish those
And hating those thoughts

Dreams are now but ghosts
Haunting through the night
Just shadows of what was
Imaginations of wishful eyes

So let it burn to ashes
Before someone else wins
The prize that was denied
Life that was surely earned

Condemned to never be
The life that was sought
So allow it to no others
Unworthy even to breathe

They have perfect minds
Their life so simple and pure
What gives them the right
To treat others so wrong

Bind we with shackles
Hold any gain at bay
So lash out and take all
They cannot appreciate

They do not deserve it
All the peace and comfort
When they are at fault
For all joy being denied

Condemned the innocent
Locked into my cell
Lashing out seem the only
Escape from this hell.


G - Aug 2009

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is just another day
It gets better is what they say
Those who do not understand
Saying these things out of hand

Shake it off and move on
Are you any better yet
Can’t your doctors help
And tomorrow’s just another day

Yes tomorrow is just another day
One more penance we need to pay
Wonder why only some get the bill
Never seems to be paid in full

Each one seems to drag more
An endless stream of load
To carry on broken back
While tomorrow’s just another day.



G - Aug 2009

Pack

The hike has no point
Hiker has nowhere to go
Still he dons the pack
Probably will come back

Easy two-mile walk there and round
No need for dwelling strapped pack
But never to tell, he might just go
Without another backward glance

Punishment driving each step
Ignoring the water on his back
Through summers glaring heat
Side trips help stretch the miles

Should he try that steep grade
Down to river below that calls
His name clear in its every voice
Impossible decent beckons him

That one is a trip without return
Probably why the clarity of the voice
Does it take more strength to go
Or the effort needs to stay his feet

The pressed trip of that lost fool
Brings pain to hard pushed body
An ache sought to still feel alive
Without real desire for either



G- Aug 2009

Dark

Smoke filters down on the evening calm
Fire burns hills just as life the heart
Which is that really clouds all sight
The haze stinging eyes or that of mind

A fog rolls into the bay
Chilling bone as always
Cutting with drugged fog
Chilling mind and soul

Dark obscures sight
Take life from view
Dark deep of heart
Driving out the sun

Black hides
Brings fears
Drowns hope
Kills heart

Deep
Hole
Seems
No
Escape



G - Aug 2009

White Dove

White dove in the tree
Gentle song it for all
To life spirits ease the day
Help the soul feel free
White dove in the tree
Seeming devoid of trouble
Simple soul it seems
To whom only themselves see
White dove in the tree
With the world not knowing
Just how its heart bleeds
For them in silent plea
White dove in the tree

White dove on the eave
Sheds a tear for all to see
Shares aches for those around
The fables they believe
White dove on the eave
Observes life test the will
Of those trying to survive the day
Leaving faith slowly leaves
White dove on the eave
Long to others pain to ease
Wanting only help relieve
Help once more dreams believe
White dove on the eave

White dove in the air
So free we see as it soars
Blind to the weight it bears
Trying to take away our care
White dove in the air
Sees only a world of lies
Innocent one silently cries
Seeing others treat so unfair
White dove in the air
Wishing to carry all away
Would take the burden on
Carry off all despair
White dove in the air


G - Aug 2009

Is, As it always is.

Existence is as it always is
The life of the dead
Only hearing the echoes
Of things that were said

But still the knife comes
Slicing from the world all his
Last times being only lost
And existence is as always is

The world of the Good People
Ever as it was before
No more at a loss or a care
For the soul that is no more

The promise that once was
Thoughts in error of could belongs
Less a burden on the world
Existence a reminder of all of his wrongs

The pretenses the night multiplied
Endure only to place him with fault
To justify the actions once taken
And abandoned dreams once sought

Hope replaced with despair
For things tasted then taken away
With a back that simply is turned
And love simply thrown away

Existence is as it always has been
The life of one already dead
Who can only hear faint echoes
Of promises he once heard said.


G - July 2009

Why is it

Why is it that some
Are attacked by illnesses unfair
Burdens of life
No one should have to bear

Diseases of mind
Illnesses that hurt to the core
Sickness of flesh
Till a person can take no more

Why is it that some
Only seem to seek out pain
Torture their soul
Till life seem to drive insane

Their way always finds
Fields of weeds, thickets of briars
The lake for some serene
Bring them only bogged mires

Why is it that some
When searching for life’s mate
Find what the seek
Only to have it turn to hate

Friend turns to love
Sharing of mind and heart
Open their soul
To have it pierced by a dart

Why is it that some
Only attract those that use
Until the have no need
Cast aside when they choose

Never will it be
There turn to feel so alive
Have something more
Do more than try to survive

Why is it that some
Feel that they are free to treat
Children and helpless
With only the souls of their feet

Abuse and despair
The only things they ever give
While taking away
The very will of others to live

Why is it that some
Are the only ones that deserve joy
The ones that behave
Others like the world is their toy

While those they use
Attend to their every care
In return to be treated
As if they are not even there

Why is to that some
Are denied even hope for a cure
More pills, more talks
And more pain seem to be sure

Only more blows
To beaten body and mind
While dreams of life
They can only watch unwind

Why is it that some
Only find another care
No one to share
The load help to bare

Why is it that some
Seem to fade into the mist
As they wonder why
They came to exist

Why is it that some
Never see that happily ever after
Could it be different
In the hereafter

Why is it that some



G - Aug 2009