Humanity… a poem

 
Little old Fiddlebrock Simpsonstien
Wondered the streets alone
He was a simple and quiet old man
His features like toppling stone
No one could understand him
When words did escape his lips
While some would laugh and tilt their heads
Others laid hands on hips
With head hung low like the setting sun
Fiddlebrock heads for home
An appliance box with newspaper floor
Keeps him warm from the fresh falling snow
Image result for homeless cardboard homes
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GUARDIAN… a poem

woman with angel wing lying on floor
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Come back to me when you find yourself

Come back with all of you

The fairy tale we called our own

Was a perfect dream come true

But fate lies in the nature of

This ever-changing world

You may have lost the one you love

But you’ll never lose this girl

You see, I have a pair of wings

And I watch you, everyday

So, when you find yourself again

Know your angel is okay

LOOK AT ME! … a poem

You’ve hurt me

You’ve humiliated me

You’ve disappointed me

You’ve made me cry

You’ve broken my heart

You’ve broken my spirit

You’ve caused me guilt I cannot deny

You’ve looked at me with contempt, sometimes

You’ve proffered words of poor advice

But I forgive and love you

No matter what

As I see you in the mirror

Looking back into my eyes

Unfurled… a dark poem

A menagerie of melancholy emotions

Confounds the dreamless state of mind

A whirlwind of images lost at sea

While storm clouds scamper by

Incarcerated within unscalable walls

Hiding away from the world

A conscious that’s broken and can’t be repaired

My demented state – unfurled

Fantasy, Composing, Mystical, Surreal, Dream, Mysticism
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PIGMENTS OF THE SOUL… a poem

I bathe the canvas with heartfelt tears

Colors of dreams born of fears

Heavy, heavy the burden lies

Across the land – across the skies

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Fields of lilies dance in the wind

NO!  Beckon me back with prickly skin

Enhance my vision allow me to see

Brush strokes of what my life could be

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Escape in the art of these fingertips

Lashes upon lashes from evil whips

Screams of passion on the medium pour

Pigments of this soul – settle a score

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Never the light of day will it see

A masterpiece?  It wasn’t meant to be

Mortality of a man who knows

The drapery falls to hide my woes