Here and there
I stop to wonder
Sometimes it hurts
Others it changes me
Here and there
I stop to wonder
Sometimes it hurts
Others it changes me
Words, words, words
Forever we’re mired in words
Some are true and some look it
But all just sound like words
Things grow
Things shrink
Things come and go as they please
Things move
Things stretch
Things are there and at once gone
They are not constant
Not strong
Nor grounded
Nor can they be relied upon
In short, they
Are nothing like
You, dear.
I’m addicted
To ink
Ink on pages
I can’t get enough
Each day I need it more
And more
More ink
Crusted eyes and stuffy noses
So goes the morning’s greeting
‘Fresh’ and ‘air’ will never meet
Once past this day in May
These drab walls can’t hold
A lifetime of words
Of love
Of life
Nor can any
No walls
No windows
No ceilings
Could possibly contain
So we turn to nature
Perhaps there
Our wings could spread
Fullest
Have I not
Proven myself?
Have I not
Done what is necessary?
Have I not
Gone above and beyond?
I believe I have
They say I have not
We are Rome.
Huge, unhinged
Powerful, unfettered
Spread too far and too wide
Lost in our own trappings
Too blind to foresee
Our own demise
We are Rome.
A great empire
The likes of which
The world has never seen
Spread to the four corners
Known by all the world
Except those who
Live right here
We are Rome.
Going along faster
Than we can maintain
Pushing, ever pushing out
Against our fellow earthlings
Never questioning ourselves
Nor what we’re capable of
And not capable of
We run far too fast
And never slow
Never listen
We are Rome.
Inspired by the words of Gregg Popovich.
Holding forth
For something
For something to happen
For something to happen that’s good
Holding forth
For something to happen to me that’s good
Holding forth
For something to happen to me that’s good for me and for my family
For something to happen to me and to my family, that’s good for me, good for my family, and good for the world
Holding forth
For something to happen that’s good
For something that’s good
For something good
Something
Holding forth
Ghosts and shadows creep the halls
Never allowing themselves seen
They pass through the very walls
Reminding us of what had been