Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 67

Swells of Silence

Rememberthe good times we used to know

Backwhen the world was our friend.

Wewere invincible, running through meadows,

Thinkingthat we’d never end.

Talkingand laughing with two million people,

Dancingfrom twilight til dawn.

Nowwe are lost in these deep swells of silence

Wonderingwhere our love has gone.

 

Youreyes would light up. Oh, how they’d sparkle

WheneverI entered the room.

Icouldn’t wait for the sound of your laughter

Tocarry me over the moon.

Sweetconversation with no hesitation

Wasalways so easy back then.

Whycan’t we get past these deep swells of silence

Andget back to where we began?

 

Itshould be easy.

Itshould be simple

Tobring us back into the light,

Butall I keep hearing

Aredeep swells of silence

Echoinginto the night.

 

Over and Over

Seemslike we’re caught in a crossfire

Thatneither of us wants to end.

Ikeep confessing my love for you,

Butyou say we should just be friends.

I’vewalked through that portal a million times,

Butyou closed it just like before,

AndI just keep falling in love

Overand over.

 

It’snot your fault.

Youhave to be who you are.

It’sall on me and my grand obsession.

Commonsense can only take me so far.

 

Sometimesyou can be such a temptress

AndI can’t resist a reprise.

Yourways and your wiles drive me crazy

UntilI melt into your eyes.

There’snothing on this side of heaven or hell

Tomake my heart stop wanting you.

Ijust keep falling in love

Overand over.

 

Nexttime I’m hoping you’ll see it,

You’llwant to be more than friends,

Cometo my arms for a lifetime

Andwe’ll cast our fates to the wind.

Butif you can’t offer your true love

Myheart resets where it begins,

AndI’ll just keep falling in love

Overand over.

 

Myheart keep falling in love

Overand over.

 

Feel the Rhythm

Doyou feel the rhythm flowing

Throughthe life-veins of the street?

Catchthe gentle rolling motion

Asit plays beneath your feet.

Inthe early morning prattle

Froma layered world of dreams

Comesan overflow of memory

Floatingsoft upon a stream.

 

Andthe way to turn is so clear

Asyou step into the heat.

You’rejust listening to the rhythm

Andfollowing the beat.

It’sa million miles to Heaven

Butthe journey can be sweet

Ifyou let the rhythm carry you away.

 

There’sa postcard in your mailbox

Froma lover far away,

Andyou read each word a thousand times

Tilthe letters seem to fade.

Andthe rhythm of the words fall softly

Fromthe printed page

Andform another memory

Tolock into your safe.

 

Butthe world keeps spinning,

Swayingto the rhythm of your soul

Tilthe evening falls just like a welcome friend,

Andthe beat subsides but never dies,

Justrests upon your mind,

Andtomorrow you will start it all again,

Andthe rhythm wraps its arms around you

Likea long lost friend.

 

Let It Go

He said, "We will last forever."

She said, "'Til death dowe part."

He said, "You are myeverything."

She said, "You have allmy heart."

He bade, "What more canyou give me?"

"I have no more",she replied.

He said, "This is notenough!"

She said nothing as she cried.

"I don't know what youwant from me,"

She uttered through herbitter tears.

He mocked and scoffed,"I shouldn't have to

Tell you after all theseyears."

She clings with hope for someresolve;

Confused, bewildered by histake,

But both are silent, mute outof respect

Each for the other's sake.

But they both know that it'sover,

Curtain's fallen on the show.

The end has come...

No curtain call...

It's time to let it go.

 

Watching the Freak Show

Now, I'm no raving beauty,it's true,

But there is one thing, forsure, that I know.

The freaks are alive and theylive everywhere,

And they never fail to put ona show.

They travel the halls andthey frequent the malls

Aimlessly roaming the streetswithout fear,

And I wonder and ponder asthey pass me by

Is it possible they own amirror?

If they do, do they use it?For I just can't see

How they hope to beunderstood.

Do they stand there before itand think to themselves,

"Damn it all! I'mlooking good!"

It seems that they've reallygone out of their way

To tickle the fringe of thetruly absurd.

My thought is to laugh, but Ihold it inside,

And just shake my head...Don't say a word.

Oh! To be different! To standfrom the crowd.

To totally be so unique.

The price that you pay tohave people say

As they point at you,"Look at the freak!"

 

Putting Out Fires

Sometimes the flames crowd

The distant horizons asthough

The sunset is scorching theEarth

With her dazzling brilliance

Consuming the hills and theforests

Surrounding in everydirection.

Little to do, when the fireslose their mercy,

But stand back and watch

As they dance in the dark.

Hoping they stay at atolerable distance

Lest we are caught in herhorrible rage.

Ready to run as she growsever closer,

Feeling the brush of her heaton my cheeks,

Praying the Heavens to opentheir bounty

And drown her passion withtorrents of rain.

Standing and staringtransfixed

On her beauty. Longing toknow her

In intimate ways, yet fearingher fury

That grows ever stronger.

Torn by emotions... Lost in adaze,

A groundswell of longings thatgrows ever higher.

Do I become one with, or putout the fire.

 

Stop! Thief!

I used to have a heart, asoul,

A spirit filled with promisethat was

Blind to passion's overfill, theoverkill

That cuts the vein and

Lays it open 'til the flow

Of heavy blood has paid thetoll,

And the heart is starved ofprecious life

Drowning in a sea of pain.

 

I was happily naive,

Exuberantly overjoyed

Until you made your entrancelike

An actor walking on a stage;

Pondering your audience,

Lines rehearsed, emotionspackaged

Waiting for the moment to

Unleash your frightening fitsof rage.

 

You came stalking with intent

Leaving my heart filled withgrief,

And then you stole myinnocence

As if you were a commonthief.

 

Standoff

Barricaded!!!

Trapped behind a wall so high

That I must struggle on mykeep

Around the clock. Her fortressmocks me

As my eyes refuse to sleep.

Sailing off into the sunset

Is a haunting distant dream

That lingers near, neverclearly

Focused as I plot and scheme

To free these bonds, escapethis prison,

Throw my jailer to the ground

And run to freedom somewheredistant

Where the fruits of truthabound.

 

If I only had the strength to

Face the showdown up ahead;

Bold to face theconsequences,

Fearing still the flags ofred

I sit quiet in my armor

As the stalemate lingersstill,

Testing every ounce of metal,

Every measure of my will.

 

So, the standoff mustcontinue.

Neither side will acquiesce.

In the end, just who willwin?

Who will come out secondbest?

 

Bustin' My Chops

Why should I be bustin' my chops?

Sweating for somebody else'scrops

Where payment is grosslyunder-fair,

Where dignity reaches theedge and drops

Like a hammer crashing a paneof glass

In a World obsessed byposition and class.

 

A struggle as old asprimordial man

Where strength and aggressionare played hand in hand

And survival had only twoclasses, it's said;

Divided between the quick andthe dead.

 

But these days it's moneythat seems to divide

Where the classes arestructured, how we decide

Who has worth, what hasmeaning, who gets the bone

With the meat neatly picked;who ends up alone.

Worshiping God on an altar ofgreen

As immortal worth becomesever so lean.

 

But truth is not fleeting.

Please, make yourself clear.

Our struggles are not alwaysas they appear.

The classes are self-made andself-imposed,

And nothing the freeheartedever need fear.

 

For happiness crosses allboundaries and classes.

Contentment survives andthrives with the masses.

 

Thinking Small

The tiniest creatures

Will often times cause the

Most irritation forHumankind.

The pesky barrage of the

Infinitesimal pest is a test

Of the tolerant mind.

Consider the flea, the louse

Or the tick,

Diminutive blood-suckingvermin

Who kick and claw

Until they get into yourskin,

Inviting legions of theirkith and kin

To come along for thebountiful feast,

And drink the blood of thegiant beast.

But the most destructivecannot be seen

With the naked eye, no matterhow keen.

They breed and grow withoutprocreation

'Til their legions are thesize of a nation,

And their needful ways arecause for alarm

As we shrink from theircoming

And quake from their harm.

Microscopic beast of evil,

Hidden armies you employ.

Singular is your agenda;

Humankind would you destroy.