The Tin Man


The Tin Man

 

As my dreams fade to nightmares

I start to wonder if I’m still here

can you hurt this bad and still be alive

tears roll from my eyes

an outward snippet of my inner pain

if tears revealed the truth it would probably rain

then from rain to a flood

no messages from above

no ark in sight

I’m starting to believe this is my life

not just forty days and forty nights

each bird returns no sooner than it left

will the pain last until my last breath

from a frown seeps a laugh

a flash of my past

memory of a moment from a happier time

now it seems that memories are all I find

smiles are something that are buried in my thoughts

find the wizard, this man has lost his heart

Beauty


Beauty

 

beauty is something that is seen through many different eyes

yet beauty is something that can not be denied

a mad man’s beauty may be death

an insomniacs beauty may be rest

a man’s beauty maybe the body of a woman

in everyone’s beauty is something

even a blind man views beauty in the interiors of his mind

so no matter the obstacle beauty you can find

true beauty can be found even in the dark

to find it one must search the heart

in eyes of me

beauty is everything you are and everything you ever will be

Fatherhood


Fatherhood

I know at times teaching a knuckle head like me was tough
I don’t think I could ever thank you enough
You taught me so much

Many times you never said a word
Your actions are what I heard
To live as the man you wanted me to be
That is what I admire mostly

There were many times I didn’t understand
The lessons at hand
But you were turning a child into a man
Providing a foundation so that one day I can

It’s not the fact that you were there to teach me how to tie a tie or that you taught me how to do work around the house. It is not that you taught me any of those things that I appreciate most. It’s the fact that you were there to be an example of what a man should be. Respect and the right amount of pride, things I learned from a man who put his family first… My Father.

Popping Bubbles


Popping Bubbles

 

a man expected to live through his troubles

while DREAMS fill his head like bubbles

Like a child given a wand for fun

watching each bubble, pop one by one

leaving no more, than what was there

a warm feeling and a drop of air

but foolishly these bubbles silence his cries

the bubbles are the will a man needs to survive

as each bubble pops a little piece of him DIES

Patiently Dreaming


Patiently Dreaming

 

I have been told to be patient for a while

Patience wears thin, I have dreamed since I was a child

From my childish DREAMS

To a man who needs these things

The DREAMS became goals that are too hard set

For me ever to forget

It is not the nightmares that scare me

It is my dreams that torture me  

I’d love to walk away so I could enjoy the peace

But as I attempt I realize the DREAMS are ME

The Zoo


The Zoo

I sometimes feel like that caged animal in the zoo
My life is made to seem amazing to you
Yet this isn’t at all what I want to do
I would love to be free
To be out of this captivity
To live every moment of my life being me
But instead this cage is my reality
My dreams remain just dreams
The hope of living them slim to none it seems
I am well taken care of and well fed
But this cage isn’t where I want to be until I am dead
This cage has taught me for every gift there is a curse
To have or to have not I can’t decide which is worse