Sonnets

1.
What is a man to do when pushed against a wall…
build his own?
Living looking up feeling that he’s lost it all
knowing that when it boils down to it— as people we’re all prone
to see the glass half empty
before it’s half full.
Hard times we see plenty
it’s like we call for the bull
with red flags flapping and still test the water.
Though it seems so clear
fog sets and we falter
then we fear
it’s all over…before it’s even started
& as whole we act lethargic.
2.
Starving artists play for pennies in suitcases going nowhere.
We have no voice.
We have no choice but to oblige or go nowhere
If I could make one point
It’d be raise your fist and die screaming
rather than on your knees
pleading
for that which you need
knowing you’ll never get it
unless you take a stance,
a chance, they won’t give it
you’ll be nothing but glance
given on their ways somewhere you weren’t welcomed.
And I know this ‘cause my whole life I felt em’:

3.
Belt buckles…piercing glares
hate-filled stares—and—hard scarred knuckles.
Malice-filled chuckles…prison cell chairs,
life without cares—and—yelps held muffled.
Glory days…lonely nights,
life-long gripes—and—people betrayed.
prayers preyed…deepest frights,
violated rights—and—long hard days.
It seems as if satin wrote my shopping list
and delivered for free.
If I had one wish
they’d deliver me free
from all of the folly
or like Bopper and Holly.
4.
The day the music dies
I’ll fry in a chair sentenced to death.
Like the day that I try
will be the day there’s nothing left.
My soul will be empty like I suffer from convenient amnesia
‘cause I promised never to forget
to make you all believers
of the creatures of regret,
the red-head step children
the ones you gave hate to
the name with the X right next to it
ex-con, or ex-addict the ones you won’t to sit next to
the pasts you don’t know
is what keeps you slow.
5.
This is Life In the Fast Lane,
my mind soars free with the Eagles
I peer life through a glass pain
and see the feeble people
hungry for inspiration
‘cause what’s knowledgeable aint profitable
and you can’t cookie cut or trace it
Who do you hold responsible…
for our lack of voice?
Do you even notice
that is all by choice
that we lack our opus.
I am the lotus
the truth is in me, I just have to keep my focus…


And not go blow it…in the name of instant gratification.