White Picket Fence

Oh how your garden looks so fab 

Looking like a home & garden ad 

How much time have you spent

Surrounded by a white picket fence

Waiting around for the 9:08 

Always wondering why it's late 

Time moves fast as you fall behind

Your watch is off by a decade you find

Oh dear what a crushing bore

You never looked behind before 

There's only the recording of your mind 

If only you could just rewind

What on earth have you done

But mother is proud of you my son 

Excuses excuses have you not heard

Your unseen play is so absurd

Happy family, wife and 2 kids 

Is that really all there is 

2 spare rooms mortgage paid

Bare as your future I'm afraid

Gaps wide open as a patio door

Garden furniture adorns the floor

Oh what a splendidly well-kept lawn 

Inside you suddenly feel forlorn

But you are the king of your castle

Trophy wife and a dog called rascal

Life is evaporating like a morning dew

And suddenly you ask where are you 

The question burns deep inside

A voice taunts your life is a lie

The unanswered question inside remains

Will you answer or just go insane 

Shadows

I hear a distant calling 

Echoing sadly from the sea 

Forboding darkness is falling 

And starts to worry me 

I see a smart dressed stranger 

Waiting under a lonely light 

An ex-lover long estranged 

Is oblivious to my sight 

I wonder if he'll see me 

Do I want him to 

Feelings stir inside me 

As I wonder what to do 

I approach his lonely shadow 

The soft glow fades to dark 

I'm feeling I should go now 

As I doubt my change of heart 

Quietly hoping that we'll meet 

At the place we were before 

But all I see are empty seats 

I'll seek his love no more 

I wake up to an open sky 

Wilted roses 'round my head 

Did my ex-lover drop by 

While I laid asleep in bed 

Crissy Fields Fog

Breaking Free

A cool morning breeze awakens me 

An open gate catches my eye 

A galloping horse approachs me 

I'm fearless as it thunders by 

I stare in wonder at this horse 

In awe of its muscular splendor 

Strong and sure of its course 

It leaves me alone to wonder 

Who is this magnificent galloping horse 

Thats roaming around so wild 

So free of reins but right on course 

Leaves me feeling like a lost child 

Who is this mysterious galloping horse 

And what is it escaping 

What spurred this beast on its course

Does it have a destination 

A random thought startles me 

Like a sudden clap of thunder 

Is this horse what I want to be 

I look ahead and wonder 

The galloping horse now out of sight 

A mere apparition in mind 

Finally unbridled from my night 

I am that ghostly horse of mine 

No one is riding or guiding me 

Unrestrained by reins I find 

Why couldn't I just ever see 

The past was always behind

"Unrestrained by Reins" 

The Play

A few more hours of this charade

As she performs her act on stage

Crowds dutifully give polite applause

The play repeats like a broken record

It never used to feel this way 

She always welcomed another day 

Emptiness awaits after each engagement 

Now she's lost to love estrangement 

She wakes up aching every morning 

Throat hardening without warning 

She breaks a smile on the outside 

A silent scream hurts deep inside 

Tears are not permitted to flow 

Forbidden love must never show 

She presents a happy smiling face 

Until she finds her secret place 

There alone she can truly be real 

And allow her feelings to reveal 

Long hidden tears offer slight relief 

From her continuous ache of grief 

Like her play she hopes its unreal 

Alas her mind is rarely still 

He is what she most desires 

His passion used to set her on fire 

She yearns for him to make her fly 

Life is passing her aimlessly by

Craving for just another mind dance 

She performs each act in a trance 

Alone with him she was truly complete 

Another's love will never replete 

So real was their love connection 

How will she move beyond his rejection 

Memories meander through endless nights

Since he abandoned their short flight

She feels their limbs entwined in her bed 

As she plays with fantasies in her head 

She replays scenes of moments gone by 

Against a backdrop of a living lie 

Will her play ever reach a conclusion 

Or are dreams a constant illusion

The Herd

A herd of cows behind the horse

Draws nearer ominously

I'm wary of these faltering beasts

They act so stupidly

Who are these mindless bovine

Slowly surrounding me

I lay afraid of their fear not mine

As they peer down curiously

Fear grows as they crowd around

I'm feeling their malevolence

I need to get up from the ground

And escape their omnipresence

I find myself pinned to a wall

My pleas for help unheard

I'm overwhelmed can't breath at all

Panicking amid this mindless herd

I turn around and see a door

And reach around to open

Why didn't I see this door before

Perhaps I should look more often

Pretending

Oh how your life is so drab
19 years and so full of life
I feel your love within

And that is not your love
The young man by your side
For he will never see
Your love buried deep within

Whatever you chose
Be real and true
Because right now

You are faking it my friend ....

Code Blue

How many stories have crossed your span
One thousand 500 with a hidden plan
Drawn by your views so majestic
The deep blue Bay holds their secrets

They never saw your warning signs
But they'd already crossed that line
Their lives so easily were dispensed
Death separated by a four foot fence

Foggy days will hide your power
Yet people may spend a solitary hour
Feeling your magnificent presence
Cherishing their private moment spent

Your towers watch over our city
Abuse of your span is such a pity
Code blue for most is a pleasing view
And desperation for only a few

Ode to an Orchid

In her hand her orchid settles
Exposing stamens with open petals
His erotic charm seducing her so
A tear of sentiment softly flows

She's mesmerized by his full bloom
But knowing how they'll part soon
This intimate moment will surely pass
She's sad her orchid will not last

Petals comfort with an open gaze
His beauty continuing to amaze
Impressions will always stay in mind
How beauty follows never far behind

She leaves behind her open flower
Drawn she is by this orchids power
Open petals assure with confidence
Her orchid will always be present

She seeks her orchids resting place
Returning to only an empty space
Her heart skips a momentary beat
Until she remembers last night's treat

She hears the orchid's whisper near
Telling her how he's always here
Images are all she needs in mind
And there her orchid she will find

Ode to a Rose

The English rose in her splendor
Is looking to spread her red petals
Adoring touches soft and tender
In an admirer's hand she will settle

Her thorns are mellow 'til scorned
Her petals quietly fall and wilt
Full bloom will soon be mourned
Leaving an admirer full of guilt

She yearns for an admirer's taste
Of her early morning dew
So seduce her at a gentle pace
And her petals will widen for you

Please handle her with loving care
And she'll willingly display with pleasure
Exposing her swollem bud to share
For her admirer to love forever

Clowns

The laughing clowns are everywhere
The audience just stop and stare
Their large baggy pants look ridiculous
Yet the style remains so ubiquitous

Oblivious to the never ending circus
The audience remains without purpose
They look up to their current messiah
Who just turns into another liar

These circus clowns are just too slick
The audience miss yet another trick
The clowns get by it's no surprise
When faces gaze with such blind eyes

Throwing the audience pieces of bread
How they love to be mindlessly fed
Obediently applauding for an encore
Clowns simply comply and sling some more

A silent audience and chattering box
Mouths wide open absorbing the plot
Blaming their lot on the union man
Asking the bank for a helping hand

Clowns play the audience another tune
Will the audience sing along so soon?
They'll watch and obey each circus act
Without a clue of the hidden facts

Clowns repeating the same old verse
Different tune but same old words
The audience singing in perfect time
Reciting each verse like a nursery rhyme

They gravitate towards ringing bells
And listen to warnings of impending hell
Happy to engage in mindless rituals
Oh bizarre behavior is so habitual

Watching closely the clown on stage
Hanging on to every word of praise
How can they believe in the silly hat?
And be so comforted by silly acts

Monday morning as the clock stricks nine
They'll waste an hour of company time
They'll gasp at the sight of falling stocks
And wonder why the farce won't stop