A Sonnet.

He dreamt an odd dream, but it was his dream,
And he held it close to his trembling heart.
A great waste of thought, is has come to seem:
He watches as it all tumbles apart
Like a Roman watching it all Collapse,
Hating the  thought of what tomorrow brings...
Then the next, and the next as the days elapse,
Each thought conjuring such horrible things!
And with not a soul with whom to confide,
No sympathetic ear to hear his plight,
He must pretend to take it all in stride,
Lest his countenance should come to indict
To the world his daydreams that now shatter...
Carry on, Lad, like it doesn't matter...

Uncertain

I sit here hundreds of miles away,
Watching the phone praying it doesn't ring,
Terrified at the news that it might bring:
That a great man has passed away.
No news is good news it is always said,
But I dont think it can be applied here.
No information in this case breeds fear
When dealing with a tumor in the head.
With nothing but time, I bow and I pray,
The prayer of a desperate grandson-
That his grandfather's race not yet be done,
As I have done so many times today,
Trying to bargain and negotiate
Any way I can to befriend the Fates....

Old Stomping Grounds

This is what it's like to be so removed
From the age of people surrounding you...
You drink the same beer, the same plastic cups
You smoke the same things you've always lit up,
But something is wrong, it just not the same
You're in a crowd and they don't know your name...
The stories you thought would always live on
In just a few years have dwindled and gone...
The faces are different, the names are too
And you realize they aren't... That it's you...
You try to fit in but it's a mistake
For you know they'll find you to be a fake
And in the end, if the whole truth be told,
You're just reminded that you're so damned old..

SAR

Here is my first attempt at a Double Etheree...post apocalyptic and all!

What do you think?

Death
abounds
and surrounds
as we push forth
looking for supplies,
hoping for survivors.
Our silence is our respect…
The whole world has gone respectful,
the silence worse than the screams before.
Both have shaken us to our very souls.
Sorting through the fire, smoke and debris,
through ruins of cities laid to waste,
we take whatever goods we find
and try to ration them out.
We savor what we can,
for it won’t be long
that they’ll run out,
and like us,
will be
gone.

A Little Boy's Wish

Oh, how I wish Santa was a real man!

And that he had great workshops filled with elves,

Singing as they build toys and stock their shelves,

Happy dwellers of that frozen north land!

His flying reindeer would be such a sight!

They’d wait for the elves to fill up the sleigh,

Preparing to carry it all away,

To fly across the world on Christmas night.

Then every child would wake up to see

An assortment of toys, goodies, and treats

Wrapped in Christmas paper, shiny and neat,

Stacked lovingly beneath their Christmas tree.

Oh, how I wish all of this could be real!

If so, mom and dad wouldn’t cry at night

That they don’t have enough to “do things right”,

To buy us toys, and still afford a meal.

If only Santa could really exist,

Then there’d be no sadness on Christmas!

A Haiku

I welcome the spark

That sets off the powder keg

Rebirth in the flames...

Momma

I see you weeping momma…
                wipe those tears from your eyes.
Just take the needle from my arm,
                and sing me a lullaby.

Sing a song like you used to do
                as I drift off to sleep again.
I know I’m not a baby no more,
                but for now, let’s play pretend…

Remember how I used to play
                With boxes, sticks, and toys?
Remember how I was always happy
                and naturally filled with joy!

Remember all those summer nights
                I chased after fireflies and frogs?
Remember how I screamed and laughed
                Chasing around our poor dog?

Please remember my soft skin
                as you dried me from my bath…
and push now from your memory
                My skin now caked with dirt, and black…

Remember the light within my eyes
                as I sat while you read to me…
And not the dimness now in its place
                as my head rests on your knees.

Remember me that way, momma!
                Remember me how I used to appear…
Remember me as your little one,
                and not the broken one you hold here…

My pain and sorrow got the best of me,
                I couldn’t rise above my own mistakes…

Please forgive me…and love me momma…
                Don’t hate me momma….
                             I never meant for your heart to break.