Offices… a silly song of work

Cubicles

 

THIS CUBICLE

I sit inside this cubicle all day

Partitioned off by three walls

My mind feels the same way

There’s got to be somewhere I can escape

No, I can’t close a door

No, I have to use some tape

 

This cubicle…

It’s well defined…

This cubicle…

The name plate says it’s mine

Well, if that’s true then why can’t I just tear it all apart

This cubicle…

It’s gonna break my heart

 

This office space seems just like a machine

Moving pieces people

We recycle because we’re green

So many voices chiming everyday

Keyboards, rat-a-tat-tat-tat

Like machine guns in a way

 

This cubicle…

It’s well defined…

This cubicle…

The name plate says it’s mine

Well, if that’s true then why can’t I just tear it all apart

This cubicle…

It’s gonna break my heart

 

I hear my name called from another space

I stand to look around

But what I see is my own face

Just another head staring back at me

An office of automatons

What else is there to see

 

This cubicle…

It’s well defined…

This cubicle…

The name plate says it’s mine

Well, if that’s true then why can’t I just tear it all apart

This cubicle…

It’s gonna break my heart

This cubicle…

It’s well defined…

This cubicle…

The name plate says it’s mine

Well, if that’s true then why can’t I just tear it all apart

This cubicle…

It’s gonna break my heart

Poem turned song… I think

Claustrophobia

 

CLAUSTROPHOBIA

Claustrophobia, you are the place that’s dark inside of me

Claustrophobia, when you take hold only blindness can I see

A world of ever changing colors always fading out

A side of me I hate so much you fill my heart with doubt

And when I die I feel that I will finally be set free

You are the worst… antithesis, of who I want to be

 

Claustrophobia, companionship of you I wish no part

Claustrophobia, an endless tunnel only full of dark

I have always wondered how I’d live – if I were without you

A gift to me you cannot give for that would be untrue

So, here am I all grown up…yet, still I’m suffering

My season with you always spans my Winter through my Spring

 

Claustrophobia, you are the fright that I keep deep inside

Claustrophobia, I cannot run… I know cannot hide

Your grasp it reaches from a depth beyond capacity

And wrenches every ounce of strength to keep me off my knees

The only consolation, yes, the only friend I know

Exploding my poor pounding heart…unconsciousness – I go

 

Claustrophobia, one day your will, will cause my life to end

Claustrophobia, some day that fear will aid me to ascend

How much more can this soul take before it overflows

Blindness, headaches, your best friends, together you compose

Claustrophobia…………

Claustrophobia…………

Claustrophobia…………

Claustrophobia………… you-will-be-the-end-of-me…

The-end-of-me…the-end-of-me…the-end-of-me…

 

 

Dad…a poem of dedication

 

THE CYCLE CONTINUES

A STORY OF DAD

 

His cleverness of wit and ease with a smile

Gave Charlie a kind and delightful style

Bristled of chin from the graveyard stint

He still made you kiss him on the cheek when he bent

For a long time, he smoked and drank Budweiser too

Wearing old green khakis only plaid shirts would do

Down to the beach for some time to read

A cooler in tote sitting on the backseat

How full were his hands with all of them boys

When he  had a day off he played with them and their toys

The best thing was fishing in fresh water or salt

How he loved being out there whether anything was caught

Knees swollen up with the arthritis therein

The hands had it too when the weather set in

But he didn’t fret much around all us kids

Mom and dad always did what mom and dad always did

We’d go down to Week’s Bay and pull off the road

Walk into the woods and our shotguns we’d load

Dad could sit still a lot longer than us

We’d fidget around with the leaves but not fuss

Cause the love that he had for us boys could make you melt

But if you knowingly crossed the bad line… ‘twas the belt

Not until we had babies of our own

Did we really understand how it felt to be grown

As his daddy did and as he did too

Punishment helped us grow to do what we do

Raising all these kids was hard on ole dad

And we never liked it whenever he got mad

But that wasn’t so often as we thought so when young

Trying hard not to cry and biting our tongue

Mostly the times we had were so great

Dad taught us to catch and to clean what we ate

Then further down the road mom gave him his girl

How proud dad was when mom taught her to twirl

His time on earth shorter than we ever thought fair

But God has his plans so we bow heads in prayer

One day long from now all together we’ll be

Reflecting on life and its deep mystery

And our kids will miss us until we see them again

The cycle continues and will ‘til the end

Endless road construction… a silly song

flagman-robots-draaksha-one-plus-250x250FLAGMEN AND CONES

 

Flagmen and cones

Flagmen and cones

Adorned in a bright hue of orange so it goes

What’s in all of the dump trucks?

Who knows!

All that we see are flagmen and cones

 

Riding along down I-65

Cruise control set and feeling alive

No need for panic

It’s beautiful outside

Brake lights ahead

As far as the eye

 

Flagmen and cones

Flagmen and cones

Adorned in a bright hue of orange so it goes

What’s in all of the dump trucks?

Who knows!

All that we see are flagmen and cones

 

Playing it cool

Cars ahead and behind

Creeping along the road’s shoulder – be kind

No need for horns

Just stay in your line

Blue lights ahead

There’s plenty of time

 

Flagmen and cones

Flagmen and cones

Adorned in a bright hue of orange so it goes

What’s in all of the dump trucks?

Who knows!

All that we see are flagmen and cones

 

Living this nightmare again and again

Miles and miles more

When will it end

Don’t overheat

Just stay in the lane

Because tomorrow you know….

It all starts again

 

Flagmen and cones

Flagmen and cones

Adorned in a bright hue of orange so it goes

What’s in all of the dump trucks?

Who knows!

All that we see are flagmen and cones

Flagmen and cones

Flagmen and cones

Adorned in a bright hue of orange so it goes

What’s in all of the dump trucks?

Who knows!

All that we see are flagmen and cones

Impatience… a poem

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PLIGHT

Monday morning sweeps in on its tide of dissolution, for Sunday has yet again faded into what was but a short respite of gleeful felicity.  Even the hands of the steady clock seem to fade into an obscurity of loss for the blissful weekend gone asunder.  Echoing louder and louder the tick-tick-tick of the distant, soulless timepiece upon the wall drones with apathy.  Haphazard thoughts drift back in time to a place where the heart, mind, and soul were free of the hustle and bustle of this common life.  Keystrokes and toneless voices fill the day as will be the case over the following four whose only solace is that of yesterday’s promise of tomorrow’s deliverance.  Less a cataclysmic event causing a ripple of the humdrum daily grind shall we move ever so slowly into Tuesday.

Yes, even here after a full rotation in our celestial orbit around old Sol we long to propel ourselves forrader.  Hope that has weakened has not yet cracked.  Sanity, while questionable at times, holds steadfast in realism.  His is not that of a lonely, solitary psyche.  No, his is based in the sentient strength built over decades.  Enter Wednesday…  Not bittersweet as a mid-summer night to the lovers of that season, but rather a reprieve in the belief that one’s resolve can, once again, stand strong.

Good day, Thursday… You are a bountiful grapevine of sweetness to the bittersweet echoes of days gone by.  You… you prop up the hopes and dreams of that kindred optimism lurking ever so close, that were you chocolate, you would be a sovereign companion to all who crave your successor who has once again crept closer.  Ascension cannot dawdle endlessly, as he too must bow to this ever-circling satellite, for the approaching lunar man shall soon reach down and touch the ebbing tides that they might once again flow.

Alas, Friday slams into our tortured, but unbroken, pragmatism.  His is an encumbered lure of patency.  The accumulation of dreams that burst upon our consciousness after a long, dormant, imprisoned vestige. The ever-creeping, laboring workforce of time are once again releasing their clutch and accelerating.  Optimism causes more oxygen to mix with the blood in our veins as we, sitting on the edge of our seats, inhale more deeply and envision the serenity that tomorrow promises.  Assuaged in that one holy grail of freedom becoming a campaign upon the muscles in the buccal of our countenance.  Yes, dear reader… The weekend is once again upon us!

Love? Love!… a song

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No, I can’t find the words right now

I search and search but don’t know how

They’re somewhere swimin’ in my head

I reach for one and drown instead

No, I can’t find those things to say

To keep you here another day

My brain is spinnin’ round and round

Like you and me, but I’m still bound

 

Oh words…

They seem so very far away, now

Oh words…

Seems like I use them every day, now

Oh words…

With her they just keep running out…

The words I need to say

The words I need to shout

 

I love you isn’t good enough

You made it clear my time was up

But I don’t hear a thing you say

The words I need have gone astray

Mr. Webster help me please

She’s walking out I’m on my knees

All the stuff she needs to hear

But I can’t seem to make it clear

 

Oh words…

They seem so very far away, now

Oh words…

Seems like I use them every day, now

Oh words…

With her they just keep running out…

The words I need to say

The words I need to shout

 

 

Well, she’s been gone for five years now

What was the fuss really all about

My wife is laying here with me

Our baby too, she’s almost three

I hold them in my loving clutch

And kiss the girls I love so much

I never miss a chance to say

I love you each and every day

 

Oh words…

They’re never far away, now

Oh words…

I use them every day, now

Oh words…

Never ever running out…

The words I need to say

The words I need to shout

Oh words…

They’re never far away, now

Oh words…

I use them every day, now

Oh words…

Never ever running out…

The words I need to say

The words I need to shout

Sometimes life… a song

pexels-photo-264166.jpegSOMETIMES WE FALL

She was out there on the playground

When she fell and bumped her knee

As she sat and started crying

I ran over there to see

And when she looked into my eyes

I shyly turned my head

Then bending down, like momma did, I kissed her knee and said

 

Sometimes things happen

And we just don’t know why

Sometimes we fall

But there is a plan for us to fly

I’ll pick you up this time

Because I know you’ll be okay

Sometimes we fall

And sometimes… Love shows us the way

 

She was out in the school parking lot

Trying to move her car

She backed right into a pickup truck

That wasn’t there before

And when I saw what happened

I ran over there to see

That same sweet girl was crying

So, I reached in and turned the key

 

Sometimes things happen

And we just don’t know why

Sometimes we fall

But there is a plan for us to fly

I’ll pick you up this time

Because I know you’ll be okay

Sometimes we fall

And sometimes… Love shows us the way

 

She graduated… from the university

And her whole life… was ahead for her to see

But what she didn’t know

And what would cut her to the core

Her momma died

She thought she couldn’t go on anymore

 

And at the funeral there was crying

And tears of pain dropped from her head

She screamed aloud to God

Why didn’t you just take me instead

And I got up and I went to her

Right there in that funeral home

And wrapped my arms around her tight

And said my precious love… you’re not alone…

 

Sometimes things happen

And we just don’t know why

Sometimes we fall

But there is a plan for us to fly

I’ll pick you up my love

Because I know you’ll be okay

Sometimes we fall

And sometimes… Love… shows… us… the way…

 

She was out there on the playground

When she fell and bumped her knee