City Life

Yes, it’s noisy and infested
filled with dark, dingy abodes
streets littered with cast-offs
both inert and organic.

A place of despair for some
of light and delight for others
this is the city
crowded, unkempt, dangerous
a kaleidoscope of sound and color
overwhelming the innocent
enticing the adventurous
boring the dwellers within.

The city, bears it all
under the strains of the masses
that hurtle down its streets
walking through its alleys
with heads down
pushing against
tides of indifference.

The city takes,
the city gives
we are its children
and its future
we carry its fortunes
in our valises
sharing our dreams
waiting for the sun to rise
and for hearts to sing.

Mining My Poets Heart

Poetry is my escape

into the realms of the mystery

that lies deep within.

Poets open up the landscape

where new vistas are viewed,

horizons filled with light

exposing the truth hidden below.

I write poetry

to peel off the scabs

of a well worn soul.

Exposing the rawness underneath

to the healing light

giving sight to my blindness

and breath to my corpse.

Loves lost and found

memories mined for the treasure

that lies there for the taking

in the words that play across

the dreamscape as I sleep.

The mystical pathways

long lost to human memory,

our connection to that

which lies outside of our realm

found in the poets heart

and in the poets soul