Sometime, Tomorrow

Sometime,
tomorrow,
I will ride the wave of my life.
I will be the success of successes
I will do great things—
tomorrow.

I will fly planes, across lands undiscovered,
heal the sick
and create world peace,
tomorrow.

I will write a literary great,
have scholars—digress,
regress,
possess
my words,
tomorrow.

I will—
define the secrets of the world,
the righteous paths that lead to forever,
define everlasting life to the dying
gratify the souls of the damaged,
the lost,
the forgotten.

I will,
tomorrow.

A little Girl's Footsteps

A little girl's footsteps,
lead to nowhere.
She was here,
she was,
was she?
Where do they lead,
but to nowhere,
nowhere discernable.
I saw her,
dressed in a green dress,
ankle socks,
and little black shoes,
ringlets as gold and as shiny as the sun,
rosy cheeks
and a smile wide,
skipping,
heard her laughter carry through the air,
alone she was,
but she didn't seem to mind,
I saw her I did,
I did see her,
skipping
and laughing—
alone,
so where did she go,
this little girl,
her footsteps—
footsteps,
there,
lead,
lead, to nowhere.

Diminished Light

Oh!
My diminished light,
what has become of you?
I started off with great intentions,
big plans and the need for success
and what followed—
pure misery.

Where did I go wrong?
Oh, light of lights
that you should distinguish at that most crucial moment
that you should leave me blind,
not just in the dark,
but with a darkened heart
and soul that left me to find refuge somewhere else.

What happened?
I do not know,
did not know,
could not understand why...
still do not.

Oh!
I am rendered helpless,
hopeless,
a failure—
lead me again,
show me something,
anything,
before it is too late.

Life in the Green

A seed thrown

seeking life,

blade of grass,

seeks sun,

water to grow,

hungry,

yearning

almost abandoned,

a fighter

against the troops that

threaten it,

invading

suffocating

determined blades

spread their arms wide,

the war is lost,

but ever brief,

this is history,

a multitude of green shape leaves,

the sun teases,

teases,

overnight a green carpet

some soft,

some prickly,

I lay myself down,

enwrap me,

let me become

from a seed,

nature’s life

I am a pawn

Improvisation keeps me alive
drowning otherwise in your everyday
no one hears my distress call—
why should they
flares splutter
anti climactic
and I'm still pigeon holed because you say so—
ah,
what a disgrace,
what have I become
a nothing in a nothing world
where gamblers
and junkies
and hooded men
rule kingdoms bigger than what King Arthur ever did
naive sufferings
this is the now
and I am a pawn
dictators
and motivators
and self help gurus,
you have nothing on me
I will fade to waste
in a world that
just
does
not
care anymore,
did it ever
I don't think so

Predetermined Destiny

He was a damaged man,
they all spoke in whispers
sometimes loud enough for him to hear
that he was the forgotten one
she'd left him you see,
but you couldn't blame her,
not really—
just look at him,
they'd say,
could you blame her?
He was a damaged man,
a simple man
he could not add
could not dress
how could one expect a woman to stand by his side
what could he offer her?
He was a damaged man,
it wasn't his fault
not really
you only had to remember his mother
his father—
though many chose to forget that beast of a man
who used her like a punching bag
battered black and blue,
just
before
he
was
born—
ah, it all makes sense really,
he never had a chance
he was always a damaged man
it was his predetermined destiny
how was he ever to survive...

When it all makes sense

Sometimes all the right words get glued to the roof of my mouth
and the only ones that find their way
are the words that don't mean much—
sometimes the memories that I want to remember
are locked in a vault
so deep that I cannot grab them
and the only ones that I can remember are the ones that make me
sad—
sometimes when I close my eyes
and try to find you,
your eyes,
lips,
hair evade me—
I only see me
sometimes the pain is too much—
gut wrenching,
I cannot breathe
and sometimes I lay away at night and it's all that I can do
from crying myself to sleep
but then—
something happens
small
in an everyday
mundane thing—
I smile
sometimes I even laugh out loud
without feeling silly
or feeling like I shouldn't
sometimes through the clouds
the sun shines through
and—
I feel you
and you're okay
I'm okay
sometimes