Eyes sad
heartsick
sullen,
stand out
like broken
windows
and make
the
vandalized
soul
so very
visible,
the eyes
that make
the sun
seem
dim,
on the
shiniest
bright
sky
day,
murky
sorrow
was once
contagious
for great
grief was
made to
share
and none
are made
to grieve
alone,
but the
stony
rock
hearts
have killed
empathy
close
and very
near to
extinction
The old
grey haired
caretaker
with raggedy
ripped torn
jeans,
has worked
here since
before your
mom and dad
ever dreamed
of you,
and behind
those wrinkled
blue eyes
is an
anthology
of tales
of
wisdom,
and food
for hearty
cackles
and
great
waterfalls
of tears,
a
big
thick
book
of
mistakes
and the
Oh so
glorious
triumphs,
but you
ignore
him
because
he looks
stinky
The sun
doesn't
forget
to wake
up,
for
it never
sleeps,
roaming
the earth
With bright
hot light
in its
hands,
carrying
tomorrow
and the
next
day and
the next,
and the
next,
pushed
by the
invisible arms
of the
future
toting
mysteries
and a
Satchel
of
hope,
and maybe
your
biggest
dream,
but sometimes
it seems
like the
easiest
thing is
to quit
and hurl
your hands
in the
air,
but that
is truly
the end
of the
road,
you will
miss what
tomorrow
has
You can't fix
broken things
with a
hammer,
some things
are a million
miles far
from
repair,
and every
solution
is a
womb
of
newborn
problems,
that are
much more
grand of
size,
that neither
God nor
the universe
has
answers
to,
as we gaze
at the stars
and ponder
the cure,
and some
folks care
so much
they pine,
a galaxy
of
conundrums
from the
birth
of
time,
that never
cease to
perplex
us
and tempt
us to
quit,
and sometimes
apathy
seems like
a friend,
and so
often
we
forget
that love
is the
most
efficient
tool
there
is
in this
torn
and
broken
world,
and hope
is the
rope
that keeps
us hanging
in
there,
perhaps
one day,
we all
will say,
"Miracles shall
never cease."
Time does
not murder
love,
nor does
Poverty
slay it,
and mean
cruel
hardship
does not
sink
your
rickety
ship
nor change
nor
strife,
nor
anything
beneath
the dark
night
sky,
forgiveness
is like
putty
that mends
the cracks
and holes,
it is
the
special
glue
that
restores
broken
hearts
and makes
them just
like
new
and love
is
work,
when
totally
true,
it does
not like
lazy,
nor a
mouth's
million
excuses,
and to
the folks
who are
the
villain
that never
cease to
blame
the
moon,
the fault
is you,
stop lying
to yourself,
the fault
is you
Your energy
is contagious
and powerful
like garlic
smothering
my
joy
I didn't
ask you
to invite
me
to hate
your life
I came
here to
have fun,
not to
watch
your movie
of
misery,
and not
to be
dragged
into
your
crab
bucket
of
sorrow,
I have my
own bucket
of woe,
that I
am here
to
escape,
this is
a vacation,
not a
doctor's
visit,
save it
for your
shrink
Who is going
to take care
of you,
when you've
been a turd
to the Earth
and all your
friends are
just like
you
vicious
and
vile
as a
crocodile
who's words
are sharp
fangs
devouring
the gentle
souls
who love
like
Jesus,
who is going
to take care
of you,
when you
are mean
as cancer,
cold as
a polar
bear's
pecker,
when all
the kind
folks
are no
longer
sweet
and are
cold and
apathetic,
when your
poor
health is
nothing
more than
a paycheck
so sad
that it
can't
pay
rent
to those
who
put up
with
you,
why should
they care?
when you
treat them
just like
shit
oh everyone
has that
special
day
when they're
breath
is gone,
oh everyone
is going
to
croak
and God
will
cackle
hard
at your
misery,
so keep
it up,
oh will
your
mouth
open
for
the
medicine
and taste
what you
have given
to the
world
and you
have truly
not been
a blessing
to anyone,
remember,
you
reap
what
sow
With bad
news to
bash
the
day
and knock
down
my
sand castle,
and
my joy
a smashed
tattered
piñata
I long
for
a pill
to kill
the
pain,
it
seems like
the sun
burned
out
and the
night's
light
snapped
off
by the
transformer's
loud
pop
my
happy
smile
got
ganked
and oh
I've had
days
like
these,
I guess
I'll go
lay down
and
sleep
