Perhaps you should walk
In the woods
The narrow path
No one meets
Only then you will see
that you should let me be
It is you right to be
and my right to be
that will save you and me,
that will set us free.
Somewhere down the path
art will meet death
Mark the words, songs, a sonnet
and colors on a canvas
adding nothing to the banality of a moment.
Perhaps if you build something:
a house, a hotel, an entire row of Floridian homes
monstrosities,
to the altar of Gods
A path you encounter death
standing there
Do I see pity in your eyes, miss?
Do you see something I don't see?
Generations and generations
of Shakespeare's
desperately trying to be?
Why are you so cruel,
do you see the broken ones,
can you let them be?
Can you carry them free?
A smile, a hug, a gesture, a gentle nudge
are perhaps the only things that can
link us all.
Our eyes are lost in a virtual space,
thumbs moving from place to place
trying to win: the race, the game, the prize,
trying to get to the end of the line
Where we feel, where we collect the surreal
A posting here, a “like” there
is enough to fill a day
and for life to fade away.
We look online
for what is here
within you and me
poke a man long enough
and he will join the machine
and take the path to anyplace
he can feel something
fast, something cheap
something that won’t last
A pastime,
and while we pass the time
life
pass us by.
A Shangri-la
a digital net
where we can join in the world to profess
we are lonely in this mess:
a smile, a hug, a gesture, a gentle nudge
on the remote
and men can now be a winner at last
He can thrive
For $19.95
