DREAM KEEPER

watching life from the sidelines
dreams sweep thru my blinds
a walk thru the raindrops
           i now must take

it is difficult to run in shackles

but what is freedom
when we're frightened by our light
more than our darkness
asking always:
          who am i to be loved so
          to be forgiven so
          to be cherished so

always
instead of
       who am i not to be!

it is difficult to run in shackles.

© October 2010

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

The past is but a smoke of horror
Parasitic ideas of advancement
Now plague an erstwhile purity
         of conscience
What is youth without error
What is youth if not dissent

Your neck now aches
From months and months
Of bending over backwards
Trying to reach for dreams that nolonger matter

Dreams long lost in exigent
    craze of daily survivals
And visions
Missions no longer coherent
Missions?
Visions now lost in misty mists
         of ethnic allegiance

But on you search
Catching none but the tails of winds
Winds nolonger inclined to you

Winds whose whistles
No longer find your tunes fathomable

Winds whose luxurious hisses
You'll now find preponderant!

© October 2010