Following the night
Walking the streets
Searching for a dream
Walking up and down
On the dark side of town
I entered its game
Feeling no shame
To find myself
Living on borrowed love

Sometimes you find
You can’t erase
An image from your mind

An image tattooed to your heart
An image stamped ’forever’
It will always be
No matter where you go or do
You carry it around with you

At times so real
You reach out to touch
You can almost feel
The gentle caress
That means so much

A mental photograph
In black and white
Kept in a wallet
Out of sight

An image that lives
As long as you care
But less you forget
It will disappear

An image in reverse
A blessing or a curse
Only it knows
Staring back

It reads your stare
Tells the truth
Opens your eyes
Exposes your lies

You cannot escape
Trapped in an image
Of your own making
You attempt to cover up
But you cannot hide
For it looks inside

Your private confessional
Offering you a plea
Your can change what it sees
Or you can turn away
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Why do you look at something
But never see it?

Pardon me if I seem distant
Forgive me if I don’t respond
Excuse me if I show indifference
I apologize for being so inaccessible

I have stored my feelings
Reserved for a better day
I have closed my eyes
I have emptied my heart
I have torn the pages apart
If you look around I can’t be found

Pardon me if I seem to stare
Forgive me if I don’t seem to care
Excuse me for the way I act
I apologize for my behavior
Losing someone can be unbearable
So count me emotionally unavailable
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“There is no greater sorrow than to recall
Happiness in times of misery”
Dante

Silence can speak a thousand words
Words never spoken words never heard
A stillness that shows no expression
Written in the heart but never pronounced

Silence hides your feelings
Denies you love
Masks your anger
Covers your sins

Secretive lips with gazing eyes
Verbal thoughts paralyzed
Expressions of love you fail to mention
Never brought to someone’s attention

Never revealed kept in a dream
You continue to play out
With nothing to say
You remain silent
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“In silence you can’t hide anything
…As you can in words”
August Strindberg
The Ghost Sonata

The sound of the bell
Awakens my sleep
I rush to the door
To take a peep

I peeped to see
Nobody there
Returned to bed
Heard knocking instead

I opened to see
What could this be?
A brightly colored gift box
Its wrappings glowing
Its ribbons flowing
It measured 12” by 8” by 5”
I picked it up
Brought it inside

On the card my initials inscribed
With 4 lines of poetry inside
“Open the box and you will see
Things in your life that have to be
Thoughts and regrets you held in the past
Brought to light in your future at last”

I opened the box
Looked inside
Its 4 walls had
Nothing to hide

Placed my hand
Feeling around
Removing things
That I found

An apology long over due
A diamond ring for a special one
A mended heart
A moment frozen in time
A special request
A love meant for only two
One free do- over if I choose

Under the lid
Written in prose
“Once opened
Cannot be closed”

A dream?
Something weird?
I turned around
The box disappeared

Returning to bed
I had this strange sensation
That walking into dreams
Has no explanation

Never argue never debate
On a fool’s own terms
If you do you will regretfully learn
That wisdom teaches one to discern
Not to engage or follow his rules
For if you enter his game
You’ll only feed the fool
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“Do not answer a fool according to his
Folly
Or you will be like him yourself”
Proverbs(26:4)

Where are the flowers?
Where are the promises?
Where are the broken dreams?
Where are the souvenirs?
Where are the vows?

Why are the clowns
Nowhere to be found?

When conversations turn boring
And love’s no longer there

When I see the danger in her eye
And temptation starts calling

When things get too serious
And tempers turn sour
When the music stops playing and the
Rose no longer flowers
When I have nothing else to say
I just look away

Why don’t dreams ever come true?
Why can’t your feelings become real?
Why doesn’t love play out like a melody?
Why do you feel like a stranger passing through?

Why are you given only each day?
Why do you gaze up reaching for eternity?
Why do you walk every day looking for a reason?
Don’t you know the beginning of life
Is the same as the ending of life

So take joy in the creation around you
Enjoy each moment the creator allows you
Until the day of your final goodbye
For that’s the day you’re appointed to die
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“He has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has also set eternity in the hearts of men;
Yet they cannot fathom what He has done
From beginning to end”
Ecclesiastes ( 3:11 )