shadow on the wall: part 1

Shadows on the wall part 1
Love,
Shadow,
Concept art,
All languish
Under the
Streetlight
The city sleeps
Old burrito
Fills the gutter
With stench
Urine and carbon
The smells follow
Me up a flight of stairs
Crawl inside
Empty giant white paper box
With big windows looking out
Onto the street
Sometimes there is music here
I follow the sounds
Through the lethargy
Of yesterday and the apathy
Of the sleeper
Who dreams in slow motion
The dreamer is me today
Tongue hanging out I languish
With the sounds as musicians
Pile in and begin to play
Everything sounds lovely
I feel vaguely responsible
For the music that dies
When the sister city
Sleeps and dreams inside
The dreamer.
My shadow is your art
On the wall
My pain is your catharsis
Darkness comes in many emotive
Flavors
Including chilled.
Life goes on living itself
Whether we are here or not
Whether we like anything or love anyone
Or smile at anyone on the train
Ghosts of fluttering shadows follow\
Me on board the narrow winding track
Life is in its essence
Always chaos
When you smile
I see butterflies \
Swarming

LSG Front Door

the wall of the crooked shadow Parts 1-3 coming soon

God is an old lady with no Time

God is an old lady with no Time
God is an old lady with wrinkled skin
And white hair and a blue dress

Loved is a child who stares into her face
God is an elderly woman lamenting
The day she grew old

God is an eternal smile
On the face of the tree
She stands under
Wiping her face with a rag\

The hot sun beats down
And the dress even is too hot

She thinks of her children
And herself as one
Momentous continuum
She worries about her children
Between gasps of water
From an old jug
That is chipped on the top

She walks slowly into her house
(A shack shrouded by trees)
And waits by the phone while
She cooks a dinner of potatoes and peas
And carrots and good things
From the garden

She wonders as she cooks
Why her sons don’t call
And her daughters
Are so distant….

The motherless child (LSG)

I have no mother earth
No father ground to walk on
I have no mother who loved
Father who cared
I am the homeless human race
Bereft of peace
Left to drift through
Endless reaches of time
I have no one to call
A lover and no one to
Call friend
Where my body will
Lay when I die?
Some foreign soil
Earths soft sands
Will never touch my
Dried corpse
Only the light
Of a distant cold star
Will remind me of the
Sun…

Jan 6th 8:22 LSG

Meditation
Is the precursor
To a kind of disaster
Where we know
Suddenly

hypocrites prayer

Prayer
God may the homeless mad man I didn’t give a buck to finally get off the booze
God may no more children ever be harmed of exploited
God may No one die of Cancer or Aids no more
God may everlasting peace last forever.
God …are you there?
God thanks for fixing the leak in my suburban
God thanks for getting me home in that rain
God I know you found my lost lipstick
God answers some but not all…

Lament (about war and romance)
If I had loved you
I would have held you
If I had loved you
I would have caressed your soul
In mine
If I had loved you
You would have been
The light to my flame
If I had loved you
I would have held your hand in mine
And I would have said words
Of comfort and acceptance
If I had loved you
There would have been no war
If I had been real there would have been
No falsehood
No divisions between fate and freedom
Between the long darkness and the frail light
The soul of denial
Is lack of love
Between warriors
And whores
And children
Of lovers who hate
If I had stopped time
And changed your life
Maybe then
At the moment of new blood
Something else would have emerged
Maybe a peaceful solution would have
Birthed from a change in your soul
Love is nothing without free will
That is why we kill
Each other.