The Conductor

Voices in the subconscious
Whispers on the wind

Influencing decisions
Opinions never mend

The weight is always carried
On a single train of thought

Running full speed on the tracks
Advice given instead of sought

One penny away from
Running off the rail

Two cents in return
Hope for the brakes not to fail


Image by good2begone

The Brewing

Weathering the storm
Between pleasure and pain

Sometimes thunder and lightning
Other times pounding rain

Scratching the surface
Marks fade to unseen

Midnight beckons the dawn
Emotions on constant careen

As the tempest eases its strength
Darker shades of grey soften

The ties that bind loosen
Still dripping with caution

Day breaks the darkness
A chorus of birds ignite the rays

Left alone with fresh coffee
A single rose on display

The Marble Life

Entombed in a labyrinth
Of thoughts and misconceptions

Attempting to decipher
All human imperfections

Uttering the word peace
Ignites violence and insurrections

Politicians wallets get fatter
While sustaining wild power erections

The population waits for answers
But left with unanswered questions

Used to have cries for freedom
Now left with pleas for restrictions

The axis keeps spinning
A mirror holds the same reflection

We all crave the same
No matter the complexion          

Pic-popular science

The Wall of Oval Drops

He thought he could walk on water
Until he almost drown

He thought he could fly
But fear of heights held him down

Eventhough he was wrong
He tried to prove himself right

Should have walked away
But thought he could fight

He couldn’t wait to get older
To be on his own

Walk a straight line
A youth to atone

Everyone said-
A failure you’ll be

You cant chase a dream
When yourself…you can’t see

Blinded by I told you so and
I’ll prove you wrong

He set off into the world
To create his own song

He failed a bit here
And just trudged ahead

Succeeded over there
Gaining traction and tread

In the end, his dream
Didnt involve money or fame

Payback, I showed you
Or laying stake to a claim

It was about knowing
He be ok on the inside

When he followed his heart
Instead of someone else’s eyes

Street art-Chicago, Illinois. Pic by good2begone