Free Verse Music

Hand of Heart


What is this hand?
Pressing against my heart
I carry the burden alone
Wade through the valley of tears
Abyss of water from eyes seeing the
Hurt in others gaze
Sorrowful wailing resonate
Each step taken is a struggle
To the next
Hand presses harder
The beating heart slows
Death smells victory
Waiting patiently for
The dying rose
 


Why?


Little girl walked along side her mother
Viewing people of all color
Walking a little ways further her mother
Stopped and took a detour
Down a dirty alley trash and filth
Littered their path
People lay out under worn covers
Some sat under dilapidated boxes
All wore the same expression

Hopeless and forlorn
Spirits broken
If tomorrow came, they didn’t much care
Lost all their hopes and dreams
Some to drugs and alcohol
Maybe to situations beyond
Their control so many stories
Written on their faces

In their eyes beheld their souls
Deep exploration told the tale
Of the fight for continued existence
In the concrete jungle

Little girl held on tighter to her
Mother’s hand frightened by
What she witnessed
Even young she understood pain
Knew sorrow came and buried
Its ache deep into your heart
Eyes wide with fear she gazed up

At her mother
There was something purposeful in her
Stride
She walked faster and faster nearly
Running from some unseen demon
Realizing she was dragging the child
Like a rag doll, she slowed her pace
Apologetic smile traced her face
Coming to the end of the alley daylight

Making its presence known
A breath of fresh air
Rushed into the lungs of the little one
Stepping out into a new world she only
Had one question for her mother
Why?






Whisper

Whisper to thy self of love and
Forget me not’s
Breathe in the vapors of romance
Feeding your soul
Capturing essence of amour
Riding the crescent waves
Of pleasure
As whispers of desire, tickle your ear
I suffer your pain as it wraps its
Tentacles around your heart
Strangling life from your soul
In this abyss you have fallen
Where you find no peace
Sorrow has become your
Shadows and stillness
Your spirit seeks
A place I have known so well
And at times the darkness
So severe light couldn’t find
Its way in
I share your despair the feeling
Of fighting this battle on your own
How many times did I too wage this
War
In my footsteps you’re walking in
Nevertheless, notice there is only one
Set of prints
Pain has its way of stealing hope
Hope has a way of stealing back life
You’ll see the dawn begin to break
Darkness slowly dissipates
Pain vanishes as fog rolls back out
To sea