Contemplations Of Tiny Worlds

Things become quite twisted at times

All the walls start screaming,

And my head fills with confusion and drought

All the world keeps moving, though

A tiny reminder of how small,

Each individual really is

And all my personal quandaries,

Hardly amass too much

The cops shot another black man,

A teenager kills both his parents,

The boneyards are filling,

faster than the speed of light,

The vineyards are dying,

from the heat and neglect

And yet I complain,

I dwell on my small world

It is, after all, the only one,

I have or know

And that’s enough for me

So, the sun will continue to rise up,

And the fools will continue to breed,

And the air in here is thick,

And I think I need to get away

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Waiting Game

I can have patience, when it’s really needed

When there is something in it for me

I can sit, in silence

With just the thoughts

I can bide my time

Make use of some of it

Playing back the memories

Rehashing the scenario

Combing through the outcome

I twist it to my liking

And manifest an ending

Which always works in my favor

But this is all done to pass the time

Fantasies, played out

While playing the waiting game

And you’ll come around

But only when you’re good and ready

And of course

The ending, the outcome

Will be nothing like I imagined

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Thoughts Of This Life

The sun will shine

And the rivers will flow

And the banks will build

All holding tight

My thoughts of this life

Time spent in travel

Time wasted in thought

And the wind will blow cold, again

And the day is replaced with dark

Yet every moment

Holds the dearest of secrets

The furthest of back-logged thoughts

Which I choose not to share

Which I keep locked away

And protect with this army

The people will still come

The people will still leave

Some with long overdrawn goodbyes

Some stealing away with the night

Some stay in my thoughts

While others are like this windy day

Causing me to take notice

But leaving as quickly as it came

There will be good days

And there will be unbearable days of dread

But through the thick and the thin

The sun will shine

The rivers will flow

And they will always continue to hold

Thoughts of this life

© Dicky J Loweman 2015