The weight of a brick can be so great
That only a bird can see the effect
of just one brick.
To build a tower, made of stone,
So majestic and strong.
A lighthouse, to warn of peril.
So the ships may come to shore.
It starts with one brick,
the foundation for so much.
The stone must be perfect,
so much counts on it.
A thousand bricks set atop of the one.
Nearly complete, it starts to lean,
An internal flaw
Of this single brick.
The lighthouse falls, crumbling,
tumbling, to the ground.
All is lost, from the weight
of just one brick.
The ships are lost, run aground.
Or upon the reef, sinking, sunk.
From the weight
of just one brick.
Purple Flowers On The Floor
Are Squishy, Squishy Underfoot
A figure in the mist,
it beckons me.
Waving to and fro.
I must move,
I must follow.
I cannot,
It is not my time.
The form is a woman.
She begs for me to come,
Her voice, like fine crystal,
So pure.
I must respond,
I cannot.
She walks to me,
As a daisy.
So beautiful, she is.
My eyes burn at the sight.
Our gazes meet,
She sees my soul
She knows my heart
Her eyes, so perfect and caring.
She looks into me.
Saying, with love,
I will wait for you.
I hear him.
He's in the room.
In the corner.
He is crying.
Is he lost?
Hurt?
The cry of the lost,
he cannot find his way
Doesn't know where to turn.
Like a maze,
The maze of life.
So many turns,
unsure of which to take
and which to not.
I hear him crying.
He is forgotten,
no one cares.
He is alone in his corner,
in his life.
Only a boy.
alone, in the dark.
I feel his tears,
hot on my skin.
He cries for help, some guidance,
but finds none.
What shall I do?
Should I help?
Would he run?
Would he hide?
I don't know.
I find the light.
I turn it on.
No one is there.
No one, but me.
I cry for you,
But you do not come.
I reach out my hand,
You do not take it.
I look at you,
You do not look back.
I dream of you,
But I do not sleep.
A knock at the door.
I yearn for it to be you.
not my door
Loneliness
A bleak landscape, of despair
On the horizon, an Oasis
Oasis of Hope
I get closer, closer yet
NO!
Not an Oasis, only a corpse
Of some poor soul
With vultures around
Pecking, jabbing, eating the flesh
It is my Heart, my Heart
My Heart, torn to shreds
What's not eaten, is left alone
To rot, in the Sun, the burning Sun
The Sun of the land, of desperation
and Loneliness.
As the rain comes down,
so do I.
The adrenaline gone,
but now the lightning crashes.
I smell the foul stench,
Of fear, of hate, of pain.
And all is quiet.
A fog rolls in,
taking us away til tomorrow.
A leaf in the wind,
going to and fro.
A moment on the fence.
The next in the gutter.
Never long in a place
Never settling down
No need to settle
No need to stay
Some may cry for the leaf.
But don't cry for me,
For the wind is my home.