lonely

City Streets

Longing for companionship

I slip into the night

Down the city streets

When I realize

She is just as lonely as I am

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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This Room

This rooms seems a little too big

Too big for all the shit

The shit I have collected

Collected, then forgotten about

There’s too much to dirty

Too much to clean

Memories get too easily lost

Lost like a phone number

Or a set of keys

Maybe it needs more furniture

To occupy the the void

The darkness

Of this room

Which is just too big

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Rainy Night

Lightning flashes bright across the sky

I build a fire to keep me warm

But the damp logs just smoke and won’t ignite

It’s a cognac kind of night

Just a smidge to warm the soul

Of course, there’s none in this house

The rains are coming a bit too hard

No sense in trying to venture out

So I’ll pick another nectar

Maybe curl up with a book

Or relive the past through old photographs

Either way

It’s a rainy night

And nights like this

Seem to last forever

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Grey Area

Boredom consumes me

I can’t find peace

In this restless house

Everything looks askew, dirty and out-of-place

Kind of what I imagine purgatory would look and feel like

I think I should go for a walk

Get some air

Try to clear my head

Of this grey area

I seem perpetually stuck in

The wind is stronger than usual

I find that no matter the direction

I’m heading straight into its arms

The sky gives off a grey-ish tint

Reminding me of the thoughts I’m running from

I think I’ll wonder home

Fix a drink

And take a nap

Hoping when I wake

I can start

Again

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

In The Way

There’s something in the way

You look at me

There’s something in the way

You speak down to me

There’s something in the way

you move further away from me

There’s something in the way

You want nothing more to do with me

There’s something in the way

I love to look at you

There’s something in the way

I can’t speak highly enough of you

There’s something in the way

I stretch harder to be close to you

There’s something in the way

I can’t get enough of you

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

The Ugliness Of This Street

I walk down the street and the ugliness is everywhere

It drips from the trees and belches in exhaust form from the cars

I can hear small chatter from passer-by’s

Their quiet squawks are going to be the death of me

I’d like to kick them square in the face

For what it’s worth, I’d like to leave this place

Find a deserted beach or maybe a desolate mountain top

This, of coarse, is just a crack pipe dream

There really is just no way out

Stuck here

To wither, spin and slowly dissolve

Breaking away from any chance of a sound piece of mind

Like a dock being ripped from the shore during a storm

This place is like a slow cancerous death

A beast that grows and torments from the inside out

Slowly eating at my brain and causing this mind-numbing hatred

I believe this is what drives men to kill

This makes for a very long and lonely walk

I walk down the street and the ugliness is everywhere

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Reasoning

I pick apart the reasons

I can justify, just about anything at all

Don’t need to say sorry

I don’t feel sorry

I can tempt all illusions

I can spin them anyway I want

Don’t need to feel bad

I don’t feel bad

I do this all the time

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Last Kiss

You look so beautiful

So peaceful with just a hint of a smile

Your features tell me you’re in a far away place

Your own new world

I have something to tell you

Before I say goodbye

So I bend close to you

And whisper in your ear

Words only you’ll ever hear me say

Words you’ll take to the grave

My eyes are misty, so I’d be best to finish up

Time has slipped away, too fast

So I give you one last kiss

On your soft red lips

Then I back away

And watch

As they slowly close the casket

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Lost

A two-day drive

No one knows I’m here

Never told anybody

Out all alone, just me

And a camera

Without food, without water

Without any direction or sense

Every direction in view gives no answers

East – Sand

North – Dunes

West – Dead brushes

South – Only footprints

I have to move

Keep moving

Keep that wagon wheel turning

So I continue

Left, right, left, right

One foot in front of the other

One foot in front of the next

Got to keep this steady pace

Death is blowing on my neck

The devil reaching for my feet

Got to keep this steady pace

One foot in front of the other

Left, right, left, right

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Winter

The light in your eyes

Leaves me breathless

Numb and blind

Your soft-spoken words

Leave me filled with hope

Calm and Mystery

The easy touch from your hands

Makes me shake

And keeps me sleepless with a smile

But when you said goodbye

You left a hole

Black as night

And as deep and cold

As the ocean is wide