Simple and Insightful Poems
I have a home
away from here,
but it’s not on
the map.
Pluck that string,
give it an ear;
I’ll show you
in a snap.
This is where
I’m truly from;
it’s beauty,
so profuse.
And if you would,
give it a strum
so we can
cut you loose.
Now the music
swells within,
and we can
freely dance.
We are touching
without skin,
so let’s explore this
vast expanse.
If I lose you
along the way,
just hold out
your hand.
You can listen,
or you can play
to connect in
Music Land.
In dreams, you are alive,
and we glide and visit places
that we used to hike and laugh
with sunlit smiles on our faces.
Birds perch and sing;
snakes soak up the sun.
The topics we discuss are wild
and our meanderings are fun.
But heroin is sad and boring
and so, I think, is being dead.
On both accounts, you took a path
that only you would tread.
I never understood the craving;
I built a statue out of sticks,
and fished for answers in the river
while you went and got your fix.
You’re never coming back,
and the dreams will never end.
Waking life is so much better
when we hike around the bend.
My thoughts are flakes of snow
and I am buried deep.
There’s nowhere I could go,
so once again, I will just sleep.
I heard a blizzard’s closing in
and I’m fully prepared;
I felt the frost upon my skin;
Emergency’s been long declared.
Maybe this time, I will die,
but I don’t care much for fate.
Perhaps the snow’ll pile high,
or maybe I’ll just actuate.
I’ll turn the table upside down.
I’ll face the couch towards the wall.
I’ll yank a pen out of my heart
and draw myself a path to crawl;
A path away from the abode
that is too lifeless and too dull,
and that’s held me in too long
like thoughts locked in a prison-skull.
I will emerge in timeless land
and explore the melodies I find.
I’ll climb the trees, and swim the lakes,
and forget the dead place left behind.
