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Ode To Alden

July 10, 2012

I have read several volumes

of Alden Nowlan’s

unique works

and I feel that I know the man, personally

he is my friend

I never knew Shakespeare

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Poetic Rhapsody

July 10, 2012

volume upon volume

of neurotic babble

scribbled down in frenzy

to beat the accelerating hands

for what?

“Oh, very good, well done

you should be published”

there are no paved passage ways

to the palace

so I attempt

to sneak in through the back roads

“we regret to inform you”

but, but

I am not a writer

as

I much prefer

to print

Laundry

June 21, 2012

i used to float

down streets of gray

past coin laundry houses

i never lingered

i never watched

the twirling whirlpools of patience

 

life was simple

life was a sleeping dog

and all sleeping dogs awaken

 

now these suds

run far and deep

my hands are stained with bleach

 

i am spinning

hopelessly

in the rinse cycle

Sadness Runs Deep

April 12, 2012

I’ve been down so many winding roads

they’re all the same and I can’t explain at all

I bared my soul so many times

I’ve been confused, now I’m stuck inside a song

 

I met so many nameless faces

jigsaw puzzles with empty spaces all around

but when the mysteries became crystal clear

you took my heart as a souvenir

 

I make no promises that I can’t keep

but my God this sadness runs so deep, so deep

Staying Gold

April 7, 2012

the last time that I saw you

I went following a wandering star

down a road that led to darkness, led to home

with cynical eyes you watched me

as I danced among mad shadows, mad, mad shadows

 

my life has been a tempest

blindly raging out of control

when I stood at the worlds edge I was so alone

in the midnight of my soul

even cruel roses mock me, cruel, cruel roses

 

it’s the cross I bare, it’s the price I pay

these days have been a struggle

growing up and growing old

through the darkness and the cold

on my quest at staying gold

 

through the trees there’s a ghostly whisper

like a lost child weeping

the air grows heavy but the night is so alive

yes, i’ve been carried away

and i’ve been down the other side

no worry, no warning, the growling dogs of war

 

it’s the cross I bare, it’s the price I pay

these days have been a struggle

growing up and growing old

through the darkness and the cold

on my quest of staying gold

So Popular

April 2, 2012

pyramids pierce the eastern skies

while nomads prowl the seamless sty’s

searching for humour, searching for God

settling for prophets stinking of fraud

 

all the savage beasts linger uptown

dolled up in soiled hand me downs

and the misfits cry,” you are so popular”

 

psychic vultures hover over head

tarnished idols shout,” bring us your dead”

they chew the gristle, it makes them fatter

but who cares it’s all grey matter?

 

all the savage beasts linger uptown

dolled up in soiled hand me downs

and the misfits cry,” you are so popular”

 

like a beauty queen in a poison dream

you are so popular

 

 

 

Storms And Sorrows

March 29, 2012

Dark days seem to follow me
invading my security
I’ve wasted time just counting sorrows
things can’t look so bad tomorrow

but a bitter wind might blow my way
suspicion might cloud up my day
so point your finger, lay your blame
I’ll just hang my head in shame

I’ve paid the price and I have sacrificed
all I can count on are storms and sorrows
yes I’ve paid the price and I have sacrificed
but all I can count on are storms and sorrows

there’s a little man inside my head
he spins and spins a tangled web
he moves my hands, he moves my mouth
I wish that jerk would just go south

mad dogs sniffin’ out my trail
they lay in wait for me to fail
barking out their accusations
causing me these deep frustrations

I’ve paid the price and I have sacrificed
all I can count on are storms and sorrows
yes I’ve paid the price and I have sacrificed
but all I can count on are storms and sorrows