My Metal Dreams

Her shoes were soiled in tar, Hair dusty, and her dress was torn Smiling, laughing she kissed my cheek, And I was left shy, coy and meek. My small heart, cried with joy, Hearing her footsteps bang on the lifeless stairs The house, dead for way too long, Broke into a serenade, a lovely song. I had lived a life motionless and strange Glued to a chair and cigarette smoke, Ashes piled up with the passing years, Slowly drowning me were all my tears. She came to me, her face was wet, She whispered in my ear,'Dad, it's raining,come out and play' Holding her little fingers,and my wooden cane I walked to the door, into the baptizing rain There was a lake nearby, she followed me there, I had been lifeless too long, I wanted to play She told me that it was sad and lonely here, And jumped in the waters,cold and clear I had cried too long, I stood in quicksand, As it rained, I smiled and beamed, The lovely picture hanging on my fireplace, Had turned into a r...

I met you in the college park, with my hands on a stick and your hands on your face, and I let out a gasp, watching you from afar, Wondering  what I would say  when we'd meet. I walked up to you, in the wintery morning, When the winds were cool and the grounds were wet When I used to be a limp, and you afraid, And my shirts used to have holes in them. My broken self and a cold hand, were the things I brought you, when we met that day, And you had a look on your face, Whether this was the vagabond you had loved that may. You looked in my eyes, and gave a smile too weary, For you had woken up too early, when people around you slept Just to meet this guy you had loved, And I could feel nothing but sorry. Shy and coy, we walked to the gates, Our hands touched, and we broke into a song You tried to look into my eyes, But couldn't, as you were short and me, too long. We took a ride to the holy lake, Where lord's hyms blared and people bathed naked, And I knew why we were in this...

In solitude, I stay alone in peace, The Sun shines and I wrinkle I collapse onto myself, like a touch-me-not, and Disappear under a wintery cot I feel the cold, shattering my teeth, They clatter, and sometimes bite my tongue, I wait for my mother's warmth and smile, To dampen my cunning and all my guile I lie in my bed, it's now on fire, It burns my dreams and all my desires, A face of hope and distant dreams, Breaks in little pieces at the seams Winters come, and summers they pass, Years remain, etched on my skin With every passing day i feel, The pen will soon run out of ink. Last days of summers, In my life are here, Bound by leather and the chain, I see around the corner, An end to the pain.