10 Poems from 2003
our own park bench
a long lunch in the park
our own park bench, again
i thought i saw into your heart
i thought you saw into mine
both ships in troubled waters
how do we know who we are
how do we know what to trust
how do we know which hope is true
we don’t ,do we? we guess
and pray the stars give us luck
and our hearts can face the truth
let’s talk about things again
we can help one another
Poem 222
October 29, 2003
in my heart
i don’t know what i know
anymore
i look deep in your eyes
and what do i see
i just don’t know
i look deep in my heart
and what do i see
the truth is i just
don’t know
i live, i will die
the rest i don’t know
Poem 218
July 5, 2003
a factory
it’s all dreams, isn’t it
my life is all pretending
pretending to be good
may be good
but it is not real
my life is a factory
of illusions
smiles hide angers
hate is covered by care
but my good lies
are unreal are fakes
my life is full of lies
Poem 217
June 17, 2003
out of tune
so lovely! the spring’s green leaves
so fresh and full of beauty
everywhere rebirth and growth
so lonely! my heart is cold
so tired and full of despair
with nothing left of my love
why am i so out of tune
Poem 216
May 2003
small print
if in seven years we all
change
my changing is now
what will be will be
but the present is confused
and the past is mostly lies
and the future bleak as night
ke sera serr
truth is i’m deceiving me
i’ve lied to me
i’m pretending to be
what i hoped to be
but wasn’t
ever
what can my shadow become
so small and unknowing
what future do i have
reduced to small print on the page
the future’s not ours to see
ke sera sera
now that i’m older
i’ll be as much
or
as little as i can be
Poem 215
May 19, 2003
the rain
the rain talks to me
the night is cold
i am alone in darkness
the rain says to try
growth is wetness
and i may grow wiser
the rain falls on me
a time of sadness
i have love to guide me
Poem 214
April 15, 2003
cold april rain
so cruel the cold april rain
tearing pettles from the cherries
my love left in the spring time
so harsh the bitter spring winds
giving little chance for the flowers
our hopes dead deader than death
so long the black night’s darkness
of ‘ring scant chance for rebirth
but you’re not gone from my heart
Poem 213
April 7, 2003
that used to be
in the moment’s sadness
my thoughts burst like drops of rain
caught in burning fire
vanished has my heart’s peace
disturbed by the cold echoes
of a love that used to be
during the springtime’s birth
our death is harder to bear
mocked by a thousand shadows
Poem 212
March 28, 2003
twisted and unsatisfied
the hours are so strange
twisted and unsatisfied
but they are all i have
the hours i should have had
twenty years more ago
i am having today
the hours i should have now
have somehow disappeared
leaving me quite alone
the hours to come to be
have they already passed?
are they what i’ve lived up?
in my life come and gone?
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