No One To Hold

Cast to a sea of darkness.
No one to hold but the night, 
I fear my emptiness.

This night grave: sweat soiled sheets,
cold, still air, snug shroud, damp tomb.
No dream to escape fear.



I long to scream despair,
for a lover to caress and hold,
but no one answers.  No one is there.

Deep sigh, clutch pillow,  four more dark
hours remain.  Broken dreams,
tears roll sidelong to my pillow. 

-dp-
6`16-83 / 3-29-13 

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DROPPED
Startling wet dream liberates my gloom.
This cheap release from distress will do.
More dreams of friends, better times.

Sun persists, blasts through drapes,
disables friends and lovers and mystifies
them through hell furnace light.

-dp-



formally "A Dark Night"





 

MOVING (o)

The time has come when you feel mature.
It's time for you to leave mother bird.
Once you were homesick but now sick of home.
The time is right for you to be on your own.

Let your folks know what you plan to do.
You'll be surprised when they are proud of you.
They'll probably even help you move out.
Then when you're parking, they'll start having doubts.

Finding things you'd forgotten you had-
Old magazines, pencils and pads.
Old warped singles you give to your brother,
With paraphernalia you had hid from mother.

Broken furniture you'd meant to fix.
All the projects you left unfinished.
There just wasn't time for your intentions.
The excuses you had aren't even mentioned.

Don't worry if some things must go to waste.
It's only a start that you can taste.
Every interest will seek foundation.
With Good Will castaways find salvation.

Out with the old and in with the new!
Let yourself grow when you start to move.
Now all of your dreams can hatch and take wing.
The freedom you'll find will mean everything.


-dp-
11-27-82              

WAKE UP (o)

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Coffee's flowing through me,
   down my throat into my tummy.
It sits awhile and stimulates,
   after that it passes through me.
Trying to awaken 
   from this dreamless, sleepless slumber,
Splashing this cold water 
   on my face is such a bummer.

I wonder did I wake up?
   Where's the car keys to the pick-up?
My wallet's gone, my watch has stopped
  (both of us need to wind-up).
Another morning, just the same,
   another game for the dollar.
I comb my hair, brush my teeth,
   put a tie on my blue collar.

Off to work then home again,
   do the dishes and the laundry.
I read my books, watch TV,
    let my worries start to hound me.
Why stay stuck in within this rut
   when could do whatever.
I could leave security,
   hit the road, and start to wander.

The money's here, though insincere,
   and I once had a dream.
I say "someday I'll break away!
   I'll find out what this life means."
Alas, it seems its just a dream
    someday I will awaken.
 My mind will clear, I'll fill with cheer,
   and somehow feel less shaken.

I just hate to have to wait,
   I need to let it happen.
It's so easy that it scares me,
   I should really get a crackin'.
But I'll wait, procrastinate,
   keep looking all around me
For an answer that's so clear,
   because it's right inside me.              

Shawshank Red (formaly AT THE CORNER (o))

FORMALLY "AT THE CORNER"

2-26-13
 
School children rushed away from speeding trucks 
with their cargoes of desperate hard men
hurtling towards a cryptic sign at the end 
of the road where man's burdens are sordid.

I sit in a corner of a block far away 
where the Klaxon rings home my delusion 
of freedom, or sets me forth to task or wait. 

Freedom is lost to me.  Once boundless hopes
of youth now fettered by age and bad choices.
I know now what I was never taught to me
that even children are never safe or free.


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School children are rushed aside from
speeding trucks and their cargoes of hard men
hurtling towards a cryptic sign at the end 
of the road where man's burdens are sordid.

I sit in a corner of a block far away 
where the Klaxon rings home my delusion 
of freedom, or sends me forth to task or wait. 

Freedom is lost to me.  Once boundless hopes
of youth now fettered with age and bad choices.
I've since learned what I was never taught to me,
I know now that children are less than free.


-dp-
11-15-82 / 2-25-13
formally "At The Corner" 


oooooooooooooooooo
The children in school are locked away from
speeding trucks, which carry cargos of death
towards a mystic stop sign at the end of 
the road.  Where man's burdens are unloaded.

I sit at the corner a block away
from the imprisoned children (captives of
society).  I know a clanging bell
that rings the illusion of freedom.

A freedom lost to me.  Once boundless hopes
of youth fettered with age and knowledge.
Now I know what was never taught to me.
I know that even the children aren't free.

-dp-


  

THE SCORE (o)

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Well I've passed by a score,
And I don't want no more,
And you know that it's bringing me down.
After twenty long years
Of crying these tears,
There's nothing new to be found.

Didn't make it in school,
So I feel like a fool,
I just couldn't ever make the grade.
J.C. was a drag
(though I didn't do bad)
But I just started fading away.

Now I feel I've been cursed,
And what's even worse,
Is the demon seed isn't so bad.
This old rinky-dink life,
Seems so full of strife,
That it's just like something I've had.

But I want you to know,
That I'll stay on my toes,
'Till that very last whistle blows.
Even though I don't care,
About this nightmare,
I'll manage just to hang in there.

-dp-
8-9-82 / 2-16-13


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Well I've passed by a score,
And I don't want no more,
And you know that it's bringing me down.
After twenty long years
Of crying those tears,
I don't see a thing to be found.

Didn't make it in school,
So I feel like a fool,
I'm afraid I don't make the grade.
J.C. was a drag
(though I didn't do bad)
But I just started fading away.

Now I feel I've been cursed,
And what's even worse,
That demon seed isn't so bad.
This old rinky-dink life,
Is so full of strife,
That I know that I have been had.

But I want you to know,
That I'll keep on my toes,
'Till that very last whistle blows.
Even though I don't care,
About this nightmare,
I'll keep hanging in there.

-dp-



        

WINTER LOVE (o)

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The flame burns lower
   with each moment we have.
Our love grows colder
   as winters leaves turn to dust.
Was love to me a summer on the beach?
To fall and fail as Fall came to reach?
The summer sun has faded, and is gone.
We have fallen into a winter of despair. 
So cold apart, but only you seem to care.

Shall we pass each other
   on this highway called life?
Me cursing the slower
   and making you cry?
Or does the snow on the road impede our pace?
Why, in this blizzard, do I continue to race?
Spinning my tears in the sleet in my lane,
I gesture through my window to inflict you with pain.

My outlook of love
   grows colder with time.
Why do I gaze through winter
   as though snow blind? 
Still, tomorrow will be spring, could love be renewed?
I shall throw another log on the flame,
Our love may burn on for yet one more day.
Tomorrow I'll search for buds on the trees.
Tomorrow, again, we shall walk on the beach.

-dp-
6-18-83      



ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The flame burns lower
   with each moment we have.
Our love grows colder
   as winters leaves turn to dust.
Was love to me a summer on the beach?
To fall and fail as Fall came to reach?
The summer sun has faded, and is gone.
We have fallen into a winter of despair. 
So cold apart, but only you seem to care.

Shall we pass each other
   on this highway called life?
Me cursing the slower
   and making you cry?
Or does the snow on the road impede a swift pace?
Why, in this blizzard, do I continue to race?
Spinning my tears in the sleet in my lane,
I gesture through my window to inflict you with pain.

My outlook of love
   grows colder with time.
Why do I gaze through winter
   as though snow blind? 
Still, tomorrow will be spring, when love is renewed.
I shall throw another log on the flame,
Our love will burn on for a least one more day.
Tomorrow I'll search for buds on he trees.
Tomorrow, again, we shall walk on the beach.

-dp-