Clown Tears

    I wrote this yesterday(technically the 12th).

Clown Tears

A frown once appeared
where none had dared to be-
on the face most dear.

I tucked my hair ‘neath
a fluffy colored wig,
slipped on big red feet,
and wore a silly grin.

I drove a tiny,
crowded car around you,
walked tight wires, many,
e’en rode a unicycle.

All in hope, a smile
I’d see. Then pranced a dog,
just groomed, and you smiled.

More Poems Pre-Light, Dark and Hope

     These poems do not appear in my book because they didn't really have a place in the plot line.

Don't Need a Gun

Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head long ago
and kept on going.


You waste away your time,
wait away your dreams
and play away your loves.
Nothing has a meaning in your life.


Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head a long time ago
and kept on going.


What do you do
in your time alone?
Twiddle your thumbs
and wait for the next day?


Don't need a gun.
You shot yourself
in the head long ago
and kept on going.


Have you had any dreams?
No one knows and no one cares.
All you need is money,
looks and sex to make you happy.


Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head a long time ago
and kept on going.


Who do you love?
Not the one you live with
and not the one you don't.
You drove them all away with lies.


Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head long ago
and kept on going.


Does it mean anything
when someone is kind?
Would you know it
if you saw it?

Battle of Hurt and Yearning

Afraid.


Yet my heart,
my body,
my eyes,
push me on.


I'm disappointed,
weary too,
but most
of all.


I'm lonely.