a poem is a sermon
Better that your dream dies young, its promise as yet unfulfilled, a youthful willow Juliet to your enamored Romeo, than that it live until old age, when riddled through with cancer scars, its cracked voice jaded with regret, it makes your life a nursing home where you both wait to meet the grave. Better that […]
Could be bitter; what’s the point? Each generation must anoint its own legion of heroes to cut down. Complaining they did not pick me this time around seems to be another way of sinking in the ground. Between the cracks sometimes you fall; you’re lucky to be seen at all. So many live and die […]
Maybe I’m a dreamer, but I sure don’t want to be one of those two old guys sitting in the balcony: a grizzled, bitter muppet who makes fun of everything and never gets up off his ass, and on the stage to sing. Maybe I’m a geezer, but I’ve got a youthful heart that’s ready, […]
Dwelling on the future never seemed to make much sense: splitting our infinitives just wastes the present tense. Why worry on what might be and dwell on hopes and dreams, when what counts of past and future is what comes in between? Yeah, maybe we’ll be famous; Maybe we’ll strike it rich; Maybe the car […]
Some dreams are meant to fade away with age; starting another chapter means you’ve got to turn the page. What seemed the promised land back in your youth becomes a lawn to mow, and it’s the truth: it’s hard when you start watching from the side when you remember how it felt to ride It […]
I know you want me to say I love you in some tired cliche: forever in a bright pink bow with Hallmark lines I ought to know; and when I speak, some hidden strings should start to play. It should be Spring; then as the moonlight filters through the clouds, you’ll know that I love […]
Ain’t no use in looking back; your eyes will be fooled by the mirror. What seemed once to be so small, becomes too big and crystal clear Ain’t no use in laying blame; The line between who’s right and wrong is blurred with every movement on: The tide rolls in, and then it’s gone. What […]