Now it’s night and I sit alone at a station of trains
Around me other wayfaring strangers sit
Headed onward in their quest forth
Into the brave new world of tomorrows dreams
I am happy, for the peace that surrounds me
New friends and I have had success today
Frolicking through the streets of a foreign town
Enjoying all that it gives us, blending in like models
Finding spaces between points of the town
That allow for the subtle things to stand out and shout
Waiting for the future to grab at my promises
And all from a bench as the night slowly ascends
Tag: friends
Dear Mother (day 177)
Directly, I feel blessed
I feel warmed without, within
Your calls, your worries
Mom, they mean everything to me
I can only hope
In all my ways of good and bad
That I may just, in some small way
make up for it, with my kind replies
I may not want to be facebook friends
And I may not want your opinion on style
But, dear sweet mom,
Your hugs are welcome at any time
I know, I know, I’ve got your recipe
For chocolate chip oatmeal, deliciousness in a cookie
But mom, I mean it when I do say
They’ll never be as good as the ones sent my way
Take care, my mother
Take care of your health
Mind is important
Happiness everyday
Those Days (day 173)
Blended, loved, with fringe
The school boy walks unhinged
Books and brown bags
Hand-me-down old rags
Time is still for some
Passing cars
I pay no care
But the words of friends infringe
Daily wars
Slicked down hair
Letters and letters; loose-leaf
Paid Dues (day 102)
The devil’s charged me twice now
For everything I’ve got
I never thought
This was absurd
For I’ve truly got a lot
I’ve never felt more luckier
For the family I have
The friends that do roam
When I’m off in search
But most of all
My own thoughts
They make me free
The devil’s charged me twice now
For everything I’ve got
Beach (day 85)
Willows blow
Sand is moved
Gulls scavenge
BBQ smokes
And I join
Friends around
Summer grass
A beach fest
Prison (day 83)
Time slips by unbeknownst to me
Regardless of the patience I give to thee
Bars fill up the bland landscape
Gray and capturing
Relentless I feel is my tight schedule
Pointless I feel is my constant turmoil
Sunlight visits me in sun dialed accuracy
Bright and blinding
Visitors few, ladies are never
Friends aren’t friends, just forced communication
Green grass escapes from the sand
Sparse and hopeless
I am a jailbird, guilty and charged
I have been guilty of abusing
Societies deepest friends
Dry and inconsolable