Back Then

Why does change continually

Discontinue fleeting shape

When what it was has lost its cause

Providing no way of escape

Evidence remains unclear

Just as memories can’t recall

Exactitudes of passing times

Like waning shadows in the hall

Every once must move along

To something never seen

In new views of lost opinions

That by chance may now convene

Mislaid Meanings

 

Things one feels one must describe
But somehow there’s a hollow
No tempo beating in the vibe
A loss too hard to swallow
One knows it’s just a nudge away
There must be something in the air
If only I could humbly harness it
I’d keep frustration from despair
They say there is a secret key
To unlock phrase perfection
A perfect match to reach and catch
From the missing word selection
 
 

Sour Air

His lies are portrayed in a shroud
Proclaiming glossy, spotless truth
Though seeming clearly evident
As a baseless, misplaced spoof

His speeches loaded imprecisely
Developed blandly as he spoke
With weak attempts at being laughable
Far too deceptive as a joke

Disregarding common decency
Spiteful edges soaked in pain
Retribution for the sake of it
The bottom line his furtive gain