Quarantine Blues

From a hospital bed I watched the embers smolder,

from my couch I watched the planet set ablaze.

When I was strong enough to walk again

I couldn’t help but be amazed.

The people were all wearing masks,

separated with gloved hands,

there was fear in every gaze.

Just months ago there was fighting,

a war brewing in the streets.

How will a nation so divided

find its way through this new maze?

The state wants us to stay at home,

to help to “slow the spread”.

The stores are shuttered and bars are closed,

what chaos will this raise?

Around the globe people lay sick and dying,

the great tragedy of our time.

Whatever the answer is I know

I must find clarity through this haze.

This is only the beginning of something

frightening and new,

outside the world is burning darling,

so please hand me another brew.

 

 

Scared New World

Did you know?

There was a time when strangers

shook hands every time they met someone new.

That people used to pack themselves shoulder-to-shoulder

in halls and arenas to see a concert or a game.

 

Did you know?

We didn’t always wear a mask and gloves

when we had to go outside.

There wasn’t always glass between us muffling conversations

at the bank or at the store.

Did you know?

 

The restaurants used to be so crowded

you could barely hear the people you sat with.

That people gathered in bars to drink and enjoy

the company of people they didn’t know.

Did you know?

 

It wasn’t always a crime to cough or sneeze in public.

That work wasn’t always done from home.

That movies weren’t always watched on the couch.

Did you know?

 

That we used to have something called “freedom”.

That we didn’t always have to carry papers proving we were immune,

Or let the government trace our every move.

Did you know?

 

The news wasn’t always bad.

That you used to be able to visit grandma and grandpa

without being afraid.

That there wasn’t always fear of a kiss or a hug.

Did you know?

 

That farmers and simple men once fought the largest

army on the globe to give us everything

we surrendered in an instant without a fight.

Did you know?

 

Are these the questions our children will ask their own?

While they are living life through a screen,

a part of our scared new world?

Did you know?

 

Preserve the Patina

Within you it breathes,

Beaten but strengthened,

Bloodied but mending,

Tired but restless,


Hidden somewhere behind

Deep-tinted windows,

Basking in what

little light shines through.

 

What is shattered

is not broken,

But instead

sits in waiting to be built anew.

 

Open that window,

All ye battered souls,

And feel again

The warmth of the sun.

Entirely Faithful, Mildly Religious

If you try to go eye to eye with God

He’ll remind you

Of what makes you man,

and Him eternal.

 

Of how little you can fathom

of the Great Beyond,

And of this pebble in His garden

we are all living on.


That we are nothing more than dirt

given his breath of light,

So that we may rise each day

to put up that good fight.


This understanding of the world

that breaks us down,

Is the weight that He carries

without a frown.


God is that warmth in every embrace,

He is the tides,

the longing in your heart,

and the smile on your face.

 

He is the strength you find

in your darkest of days,

His guidance will reveal itself

in unforeseen ways.

 

One day we’ll all meet Him,

in His house we’ll be judged.

Let us try to be better,

For Him, and for us.

The Ridgeline

Life is hiking a trail along the ridge of an uncharted chain of mountains in the dark. You blindly follow a path, your vision limited to that immediately in front of you. You feel the strain of climbing its peaks and breathe in the reward of flat ground, only to lose your footing as you tumble over an edge into the deepest of valleys, left blindly swimming in a lake searching for the shore.

While it may take time, you will find yourself once again enduring the pain of climbing higher up the mountains, the end of that path lost somewhere ahead of you in the night. You climb and fall and climb and fall until the sun begins to rise, and when that light shines you are able to turn around and lay your eyes upon the path you’ve taken below you.

It is in that moment you see that there are no peaks without valleys, there are no highs without lows. Every step you have taken, every mountain you have climbed and cliff fallen over has brought you to the place you are standing. You are able to enjoy your past as a sunlit landscape in front of you.

You turn around and keep climbing, knowing the greatest reward for venturing into the unknown is glancing over your shoulder to appreciate the trail you blazed to get there.

 

dim streetlights.

We walked the streets of some imagined imagined city.

You didn’t hold my hand. You said there was a party down the street.

I told you I didn’t want to go. That if we went we wouldn’t leave together.

You looked me in the eye and told me you didn’t need me anymore. You turned and walked away.

My subconscious knows it now.

Then why is it still so hard for me to accept?

when I listen to too much Fleetwood Mac

they say not to invest too much of yourself

in your possessions and instead to invest in people.

though sometimes I find it hard to believe,

at least the things you own can never leave,

while those people in which you invest

more often than not leave a hole in your chest,

She asks me

boy, why do you wear that frown?

the rock on which I used to lean

now just weighs me down.

at night it feels like my heart could bleed

so i’ll sit tight and smoke my weed.

I miss you now

but not like before.

my chest aches knowing

I have to close the door.

jack daniels, jack herer

she asked me tonight

why I’m never sober when I call. 

how could I explain to her that

 I still need that little bit of liquid courage 

every time I want to talk to the only girl 

who somehow after three years 

still makes me as nervous as 

the first time.