Sometimes we speak in languages
Though, none can understand the other
Even if they look into each others eyes
While talking and assuming
That the picture is clear as crystal.
Yet it is a prism
Which projects light at an angle.
So, unless you see
That I can hear but
At times ears are closed,
Why go on with this wasting of words?

Oh, These Words of Mine

Oh these words of mine
I cannot feel them, though,
Like water slips through fingers
And sand,
They appear and then vanish
Only to be summoned again
Out at the edge of time.

Yes, these words of mine
Cast from a mold
Of familiar faded memories and dreams
Of days to behold
But fallen back into a chilly emptiness
And evaporated by experience.

These words of mine --
I have nowhere to put them.
I keep dropping them
Every time I start speaking
Seeking the bed wherein
They might rest
Through this dark night of life.

Mother Sits in Her Rocking Chair

Mother sits in her rocking chair
Like old age,
Drunk on the memories
Talking occasionally to herself aloud
And begging pardon,
Yet wondering why he left
All those years ago...

Oh, the trials she endured
With each of us,
Who trod on her toes
To live our lives our own way, thank you,
But somehow forgetting the part
To thank her
For the pains she took
Bringing us into the world!

No wonder she talks to herself --
Who wouldn't?!

To Ask These Few Questions

To ask these few questions,
Clearly stated and formed,
Could prepare me for the answers.
Is it such a hard task to ask,
To receive, and then to give,
From what I know to be true?
And that's not all,
Yet to be selfless and unselfish
And to know myself?

Ah, but these clouds do not disperse.

Clouds are nice.
They bring the cool of shade
And hold the rain until it bursts on the land
Making everything green and clean.
Oh, that this cloud would break and free my soul
From impending doom,
Go back to the womb
And suck my thumb
And smile and laugh and lie in the grass,
And love and roll
'Til Heaven takes its toll
And fills this bowl with sweet dew while
We wet our whistles
And drink to health and the wealth
Of mind, body and soul.

Just these few things I ask --
To bask, in the peace of heart,
Where trying to live right
Is what it takes to be right.
And all the frustrations
Surmounted of olives and Judean Hills,
Where cool breezes blow across the desert land,
To trees, flowers and bees,
For hours and hours on end
Until we stand again tall and true,
Me and you.

And blood runs no more
Where it should not.
Where people are not shot,
But hugged instead of made into dead ones,
Little children too,
Maybe your brother and maybe even you,
Suffer from behind the buffer-zone
Of lies and pretenses --
And fences of hate
And those of war --
Bombs of cars
Burning in the streets --
Still you're bleeding while
You're standing there naked,
Without a penny,
Without a home,
With the enemy, all alone,
Thrusting guns inside your head,
Pulling the trigger and you're dead, dead, dead,
Red, and lying,
Sick of trying, buying, burying, sighing,
Weeping, creeping,
Torn inside and out
Ulcers in your brain, and gout --
Sick, sick, sick
Like dogs made to kill that do not want to!

So put down the gun
And stand in the sun.
Life isn't all fun for some
And not for everyone
No matter who you are not,
But who you really are,
So near and yet so far from reality.

I seem to recall it being like this
Before I came,
It was pretty bad,
'Cause folks has always
Been kinda sad...

Just these few simple things I ask of you.
To ask, you know what I mean --
So let us begin
With the original sin
And who really done it,
And stop framing and blaming
The innocent and poor blokes,
Women who scrub floors for shit an hour
While raising a lot of kids,
Because they're the ones who been on the skids
Crying in the face of despair
Trying to climb up out of the lair,
And into a chair
So they can just relax.
Now is that really too much to ask?

For Who Would Care?

For who would care
That we should dare
To love in this dark night?

For though we lie
And breathe a sigh
At morning's first pure light,

The truth remains
The good sustains
And evil is put to flight!

For You

I want to skip this page
And go on to the next now.
I'll save this one
To go back over with you
When alone
We can explore the wonder
Of what is written, together
In the privacy of our arms
Entwined in love's embrace
And face the moments
Kept within the heart...
For so long
For so I long
For so I have longed
To hold this time
And not let it pass
Until tomorrow is past.

I Didn't Move In

I didn't move in to spend all your money,
& I didn't move in because you are very funny.

I didn't move in for the loving that you gave,
& I didn't move in for all the time that I might save.

I didn't move in for the good food that we ate,
& I didn't move in to see our love turn into hate.

I didn't move in for the magic in your hands,
& I didn't move in to travel foreign lands.

I didn't move in for the beauty in your face,
& I didn't move in to take another's place.

I didn't move in for the sparkle in your eyes,
& I didn't move in to hear your passion's cries.

I didn't move in because we think the same,
& I didn't move in to become what we became.

I didn't move in to have a good friend,
& I didn't move in to watch it reach an end.

I didn't move in to get a fresh start,
Yet I did move in for the kindness in your heart!

First Kiss

I wait.
I look again in your eyes
And I think I will wait
A little longer.
I know you are so beautiful,
And already the electricity flows through my veins
At the touch of your hands.
Still, I choose to wait to try to kiss you.
I wait for the perfect moment
When I know that you trust my lips
To settle upon yours even for the briefest moment.

I wait.
I see you smile.
I hear your breath --
Your sigh...

We talk on.
We walk on.
I hold your hand. You, mine.
Now.
I kiss you!

The Children of Innocent Eyes

The children of innocent eyes
And hearts not yet burdened
With the weight of the world,
Looking up to find love,
They see the angels singing
And caring for each and every one!

First Rose

Yellow fragrance of sunrise
That shines in your hair of love,
You smile and the room --
The world --
The day lights up like an infinite symphony of joy...

The weight of the world you shrug off as nothing
(because it is nothing),
And yet the love and embrace of life you wear!