cope-less

 

I hear the sound 
blarring in my brain
this is no game
to tell me right from wrong
looked into a mirror
soul searching
all the way inside
where we are
so powerless and full
of judgemental fright
trying always to give it all
a purpose

engaging and wishful
it's all just a game
our plight
into the darkness
of the light
that will be the end
right?

Crin-gin"

what madness...searching my brain
for answers to questions
that really
make no sense to ask
we know the answers
to some of our own ideas
but not from another's
point of view
open your thoughts
gather up strength
grit your teeth with anger and hate
wanting to save your children, all children
from what
eternal darkness
eternal light what's wrong and
what is right
some take flight
some fly planes right into
the fight
the future should be
our own

to hold and mold
but we seem too busy
doing what
we are told

I Am

I am an animal
watching old ladies
kick at pigeons
I remind myself
of that
I am only an animal
in sheep's clothing
in leather shoes
amusing myself
with thought after
action
getting to the
heart of the matter
of all matters
does it matter
before I die
before I sleep
counting all those
naive
silly sheep

Now it's time to get "back to earth"...

Immortality, my friend was right....

After doing a tarot card reading for our world as it is...I am truly sad to say it is not looking good.  Is this possible, I was trying to believe in some-sort of golden age coming upon us.  Now I am sorry that I did this reading, not to worry for that would be futile, not to give up or give in? 

Another Day a pencil drawing by Debbie Griffiths

A Way to Go

Saddness,
in a moment everything
your life
your wife is gone
 an unimaginable landscape
no comfort of life
 left standing
listening, cries in the distance
 in the darkness
 planes searching for survivors
left to feel alone, cold, wet
no side-stepping fate it's
always there
 so alive
strong and fierce
free flowing
 and so wild
 her true colours
stunn us again
 love her true beauty
all the way
 to the end

Not Now...

the concern shows on my face
I pretend that all is well
my wrinkle creams that trick me
believeing that age
can only be skin deep
like beauty
sometimes a tried and true trick
of make-up
like a coat of paint covering all the marks and cracks
the wise soul inside knowing that
it use to make you look older
but not now
how
could this happen

To Feel Love; Poem by Deborah L. Griffiths

To Feel Love
to feel love
wondering, who is
sleeping
beside me.
you are the one
only in my dreams
vivid, relaxing
in my dreams
I feel relaxed
with you
in my dreams
to sleep
with you
in my dreams
vivid, controlling
yet wild
in my dreams
Now you are
so alive
in colour,
so real now
in my dreams.
alive now
no more dreams.

When Winter Looks Good...

Living in Paris; Poem by Deborah L. Griffiths

Living in Paris
living
in paris
alive and
considerably well
collecting treasures
and pleasures
famous actors
poets and painters
seen in the crowded cafe
beautiful slender girls
with dark hair
and dark eyes
never ending laughter
a man hangs by his tie
the laughter in
the background
then dies
is it all just lies,
can we control
every aspect
of our minds
our feet dip deep
into the sand
we are now in a
far-away land
I reach for the salt water
not to drink
I say' save our thirst
for some wine
and then we can dine
and here we are
back in Paris, France
again...
it's not really
ment to end