Tag: lost

Where are we going?

I’ve wandered off the long known,beaten track

I did not see the warning signs commence.

Can either love or money bring me back?

I have no common sense I feel the lack.

I need support while living in suspense

I have wandered off the lonely track

I have no map or compass, life is bleak.

I have no witness for my own defense.

Can either love or money bring me back?

The sun has gone and all the world seems black

I see the signs but nothing makes much sense

I have stumbled of the beaten track.

Wave the wand and let the play commence

Spontaneous living needs no high finance

I have stumbled off the beaten track

Neither love nor money bring life back

Another way,a place,another mind

From   time and place  and  season I am  lost,

Disorientated ,missing  tracks well worn

Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost

Nor label me with epithets of scorn

For usual paths lead to the  usual place

The safest way to live and perhaps to die

But wandering through the woods  I find new space

and in the  wild flowers  with the fox I lie.

Through  dark trees, i see a way to go

as narrow as a slit in pallid stone

This is my destined way, I seem to know

and courage rises even as I moan.

Remember when we’re lost ,we  may then find

Another way,a place,another mind

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Your face tells me you lied when love you wrote

I wear my heart displayed upon my face.
Attentive readers find their meaning there..
Where feelings thought too deep to be embraced
Can shine demurely where they do not scare.

As Freud observed we're never quite disguised
Betrayal is our body's real motif
The message comes conspicuous from the eyes..
Bright sparkles or your tears of blackest grief.

The answer to a question seemly leaps
So Yes or No is visibly revealed.
The blush that spreads so fast across the cheeks
Both bold and shy unable to conceal.

Your face tells me you lied when Love you wrote.
Yet let us part with song as we are poets.