week 625 ~ waiting on the edge

waiting on the edge
of a murky void
got a bet to hedge
waiting on the edge
of a perilous ledge
avoidance employed
waiting on the edge
of a murky void

week 607 ~ there is a sliver of time

there is a sliver of time
to breathe before pain sets in
to watch the blue sky clouds climb
there is a sliver of time
to dream dreams no longer mine
in the stillness forgotten
there is a sliver of time
to breathe before the pain sets in

week 577 ~ build up the small personal world

build up the small personal world
around you let it surround you
myopically to get you through
to another day’s dreams still curled
up inside waiting once unfurled
there’ll be no going back proudly
you will stand walk ahead doubt free
but not today not yet take time
to heal make sure to wipe the grime
off the windshield so much to see

week 437~ a refugee from nevermore

a refugee from nevermore
I need a place to hide away
when there is nothing left to say
when no one’s asking what it’s for
truth hid and someone locked the door
there where we once had hope could trust
before disaster now the dust
settles we hardly look up from
our trouble so much still could come
we move ahead because we must

week 427~ pragmatically you let go of your dreams

pragmatically you let go of your dreams
and hope they will hover somewhere close by
that’s not as impossible as it seems
adversity may teach them how to fly
and you’ll get to visit once in awhile
brush off cobwebs recalculate orbits
or if you have a moment maybe dial
their number listen to the phone ring it’s
hard to hang up but there’s real work to do
life heavy with responsibilities
rides your shoulders and owing others you
keep your head down perhaps the wise man sees
value in patience but don’t wait too long
to grab the wheel and drive your own song

week 376 ~ for time together

for time together
here so long coming
life ebbs we defer
for time together
days months turn over
it’s all worth waiting
for time together
here so long coming

photo with my daughter, many years ago, delivered by a friend…

week 365 ~ waiting in the wings

waiting in the wings
Brazil beckons me
all tied up in strings
waiting in the wings
the fat lady sings
trying to break free
waiting in the wings
Brazil beckons me

week 326 ~ I have been waiting my whole life for this

I have been waiting my whole life for this
and yet it seems as if I’m still not there
searching without quite knowing why I stare
hard at the future hoping I won’t miss
my turn when it comes no one understands
but me (and do I really) why striving
is in my blood I want so much to sing
a better song this tunnel vision lands
me in hot water sometimes like tonight
when an inconsequential story falls
askew on skeptical rocks (and recalls
the fallibility of words) still light
jumps 7 waves with me and our wishes
swim out to sea like brave drunken fishes

week 256 ~ leave something unexplained

leave something unexplained
preserve the mystery
life’s never foreordained
leave something unexplained
confusion has sustained
you this far let it be
leave something unexplained
preserve the mystery

week 203 ~ any day now my dreams will all come true

any day now my dreams will all come true
well unless they never get off the ground
waiting for something I already found
once anyway I was thinking of you
wondering if you’ve really laughed lately
or if you’re simply marking time while I
jump at the moon over and over try-
ing to catch the future repeatedly
overshooting the mark who’s crazy here
you giving up or me always wanting
more frankly I’m tired of believing
there could be more that I’ll prevail and clear
sailing awaits but nevermind I trust
this letter finds you well my dear we must…

a photo of me in June in Sao Paulo, just sent to my by my friend Corina