I perceive the darkness
of your barren soul
it lurks on the dancefloor
hoping for a dance

I hold your
broken dreams
in my arms

and give you
first aid  from my heart,

your head is bowed
as if in contemplation;
are you wondering
is a price to pay

can love
come without a cost.

I photograph your tears
cascading down your cheeks
each one
representing
an abusive encounter.

I wonder
how you
can muster up the strength
to fight another day.

 
its rainin’ such misery
can’t find my bare feet
in this chemical violated mud

my house has
been blown up
and I’m not livin’
in iraq

no friend I tell the truth
its what is keeping
me alive these bloody days

I see with my heart and soul
no longer can I use my eyes

children being pumped full of medication
soon we’ll be livin’ in a tranced out nation
people watchin’ without due care
this is todays nightmare

Lenny Gazbowski (C)2007.01.08

Memories disorderd by time.
Sure not a dream,
Clearly not a lie,
Just unclear quite at what point,
Somethings happened in my journey through life.

 
So many memories lost in a maze.
I fear every turn,
What will it reveal?
Fear I will never escape,
The puzzle of the unhealed.

 
Memories paused among the unexplored,
And whilst I do not know for certain,
What is just out of sight,
My mind trembles a warning for me not to stray,
As I lack the currency needed to travel that way.

  A BROKEN WATCH AND MY SENTIMENTS
   =================================
Is it broken when and how?
these are not from my lips
They are from the depth of my pained heart
cause that broken watch  has such value
Many good things happened in it’s life to me
It gave distinction in my studies  and
it gave a lover and wife to my life.
It might be dim  and shabby to see but
it worked for me for many decades
My last son and first daughter loved towear
Such watch has broken and went for it’s rest

the saints have built
a good wall
to keep me their prisoner

refreshing me each morning
with tales of paradise
and of how my life
may have been

the sun
has kissed the moon
the stars of heaven
have run away

the saints
are drinking my blood
giving birth to
the days
I havent lived

precious
is my coming death
I shall dance with a smile
upon my grave
and greet each saint
with a kiss
as I fly to meet my soul.

(C)2007.31.7. Lenny Gazbowski

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