I have no car
I have no guitar
I have no drums
Or rhythm or song
I have no money
To make my dreams come true
All I have are thoughts,
Words and prayers
And the constant beating
Of my heart
Tag poetry
Your Mask
You wear a mask
To hide your glance
You wear a mask
To hide your stance
You wear a mask
To hide yourself
You wear a mask
To blind yourself
Release your mask!
Reveal yourself
Dying Day
The sun set
Causing the day to die
And as the day lay dying, dead
The hope I had nurtured
Died in my heart
As well
Raindrop
A drop of rain
Clings tentatively
In time’s brief moment
Until it cannot anymore
It’s grip is lost
Before falling
To the floor
Obstacle
Moving
With the flow
Swimming
In the ocean
Until an obstacle rises
Into view
As much as I desire
I cannot
I cannot move past
The resistance
My fear
That stopped the motion
There has to be
One other,
Another way
Here I am
Lead me,
Please
Cigar
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “But No Cigar.”
If things did not work out yesterday
They might work out today, right?
And if not, there’s tomorrow
Perhaps I need a cigar?
Perseverance
Perseverance is
The art of gritting your teeth
Through all your soul pain
Dialogue
I asked
Do you love me?
You asked
Would you believe me?
I asked
Would you like to kiss me?
You answered
I wouldn’t like to stop
Falling into Dreams
I fell into a dream
And when I awoke
The world was different
From before
Beauty of the Lily
The beauty of the
Lily is from the pure life
Flowing from within
