The candlelight
flicks soft and low
you live too fast
give in to slow

cold hands held tight
the fight would go
released her grasp
gave in to slow

he wakes at night
bad dreams in tow
still blames the past
gave in too slow

a weary sight
the tired soul
time couldn't last
gave in to slow

God made it right
with one soft blow
an endless task
gives in to slow


©2012 Lyn

While the dozens of lights
change their colors
and the pigeons
coo and stalk
the courtyard
across the way
is a corner store
where idlers stand
sharing a paper bag
and troubles
then a helicopter
owns the sky
but no one seems to care
but him
then some chatty women
hurriedly pass below
leaving perfume trails
and crew workers
discuss what to do next
while sipping coffee
and an old woman goes about
picking up bits of trash
and the cars rush around
to points unknown
and as the morning sun
beats down upon him
sweating
he overlooks it all
then sighs
cries
and closes his eyes


©2012 Lyn

The stores
fill themselves
loaded with every want
anyone ever had
I walk thru
to buy cat food
for my dogs
here come the mirrors
and I can't help myself
even tho my looks
have faded
there's still enough
of me left
to be friends with
then a kindly voice
says hello
from where
I'm not quite sure
then little debbies
call my name
but I pass them anyway
there's so much I need
but this lonely store
loaded with every want
anyone ever had
offers me nothing
I grab my cat food
and go


©2012 Lyn

The heater purrs
its motor whirrs
the sound comforts
news channels flicker
their obscene obsessions
basking in the vast
nothingness
of political chess
and my dogs rest
giving sanity and love
for a dollar a day
and my dreams
are practiced
waiting
for the boredom
of consciousness
to succumb
which it will
as the heater purrs


©2012 Lyn

She camps out inside
and tramps in all night
with her trove by her side
on the stove there's a light
and she claims she can't hide
blaming no one in sight
and I know when she's lied
it's when she says she's alright

there's a hole in the door
she can peek thru
and a bowl on the floor
for the leak to

give its drops from the ceiling
from the roof they won't patch
from the cops she's concealing
all the proof from her batch
still I can't stop from feeling
she'd be a pretty good catch
if she'd only be willing
to change


©2011 Lyn

I cross my path at dawn
and see my feet go on
just tracks of cats
and tracks of me
a time elasped
seen unity
I'm not a cat
don't wanna be
but wish I knew
just who had made
those tracks

a worrier a wanderer
a warrior a ponderer
a hurrier a squanderer
or a freak inside
a dream

tracks tell no lies
all alibis
but the tracks I see
say I wander free
tho I wonder
will I ever be

my burning brain
is going dim
the tracks just feign
how sure I am
but that's okay
the cats would splain
the tracks say
where you been


©2012 Lyn

may you and I
find you and me
may I may we
find what we need

can you and I
let you and me
can I can we
let us be free

will you and I
love you and me
will I will we
love what we see

dear you and I
have you and me
dear I dare we


©2012 Lyn