There Is Something Going On

There is something going on beneath the surface,
Something of purpose that escapes the naked eye;
There is an unseen profundity in life all around me;
Even though I cannot see, I can sense the degree
Of complexity and the intricacy and even intensity
Of machinations in which I have only my station;
Life is far more than we can know
And life never shows itself in full,
(which may be why I’m like a bull in a china shop!)
And this can seem cruel but, alas, tis really a mercy;
But how odd it does feel to feel intense movement
All around you, knowing but not knowing, bound
To affect your life in some way some unwary day;
Yes there is surely something going on underneath
Still in its sheath, perhaps, but there and I’m aware
I’m aware . . .

Too Persistent, Damn Insistent!

You demand to understand why
They pushed you away that day,
But can you bear to tear yourself
Away from self-delusion
To hear the conclusion?
You were overly persistent
And too damnably insistent!
It was your way or the highway,
You tried to take over,
Then you lied to them!
And you insisted you were right
With all of your might,
And it was ever so trite
But also quite the fright
That you’d made such intrusion;
And you stopped up your ears
And shed many tears of fears
That you’d never again see them,
But they had to be free from you!
No, no; you were blind to all this,
Your mind all in a tangled bind . . .
But now? Can you see in hindsight?
Do you have a better view
Of what was then so true?
Ah! But they have not completely
Cut you off, forever shut you out;
They’ve only made some space,
Put you in your place
And set a new pace . . .
Can you, will you accept this?
Can you be part ‘n not the whole?
Play the more secondary role?
This all may come as quite a blow,
But, really, you had to know, right?
So don’t go digging your low grave;
Up now ‘n show your better self!
Repair the heart bridge with care
Repair . . . with tender loving care

Sweet 16 . . . How It Hurts

How can it be that you’ve grown so quickly?
Ah! It was only yesterday that I carried you
Along the pathway through the city park
And secured you against that dog’s bark;
Has it been so long since I taught you
To play hide and seek, to ride a bike?
Was it not only a few weeks ago
I showed how to climb the tree?
Now I look and see beauty in a young lady,
And I’m stung and tongue-tied and defied
By time that’s passed by so quickly,
Deftly stealing away my little girl . . .
How can it be that you’re now so grown up?
Only yesterday I was shown a baby,
But today I see an outstanding lady!
Nobody told me such loveliness in my child,
So meek and mild, could hurt so very deep
Where I will forever keep you in my heart;
And can I say, ‘happy birthday?’ Yes . . .
And many more as you tear my heart away
And say, too, ‘I love you . . . and always will!’

There is a Storm Rising

There is a storm rising in the deep cauldron of the sea of humanity,
An untamed insanity, wailing louder and louder, like the wild child
Emerging from the jungle of irrationality to destroy all of banality,
To cannibalize civilization in the realization that it is but a carcass
Only to be eaten now in a free frenzied feast of half-starved beasts;
Woe be to the man of upper-clan, who but fans the flames of blame!
The storm rise is upon us, the size of which we cannot measure . . .
But there will be no pleasure, only pieces of what we now treasure


She wants to get up and go but her body says, ‘no!’
And she would surely show the world all she can do,
But her whole frame would sue her for misconduct;
And it’s the same game today as it was yesterday:
Her mind and heart start while her body lies down;
It’s crash and burn again without even taking a turn!
And she wracks her brain trying to learn, to discern
What is happening, but all she knows is . . . fatigue;
Like some dæmonic intrigue in league
With her physiology, fatigue takes her
And makes her lie down for the sake of needed rest –
Though she’s had plenty – so she curls up in her nest,
Her best efforts remain unblessed . . . only fatigue
Ah, only fatigue . . . fatigue

Forgiveness: I Am But One Man

Did I not show you any attention?
I’m sorry; I didn’t know!
Did I seem to ignore you in the crowd?
But it was so busy and loud . . .
Please excuse me for being human –
I am, after all, only one man –
Did I seem to turn my eyes away?
But there’s something else to say:
So many people walking, talking,
Dancing and laughing and, really
It’s not my way to be so swayed
That I snub friend and kin in spirit!
Please believe me and relieve me
Of this unbearable burden . . .
I never meant to hurt;
In fact, I’d give you my very shirt
If you needed it and even more
Without considering it a chore,
And this is honestly true;
Yes, I knew you were there, but . . .
Oh, time! And people and chime
Of the clock, and I seemed blocked
From drawing near you, my dear!
I will show you attention
Now that I know and say,
‘Away with the crowd so loud!’
Only forgive me for being human –
I am, after all, only one man –
And the demands of life command
So much of my very self, but . . .
Here I am now and bow to you;
Forgive me for grieving you so!
Forgive me for leaving you alone!
I am, after all, only one man . . .