These are some Poems written at down times in my life,
that is why the page is so named.
"This was in happier times."
MY DAD
THE SHADOW MAN
The Shadow Man is always there
Lurking all about,
In my thoughts and in my mind
Seeding many doubts.
The Shadow man, I once knew so well,
Is fading fast, and oh so pale.
He seems very much, like a dream at times,
Or is it really Hell?
The Shadow Man was once so kind,
In oh so many ways,
He gave me so much love,
And brightened up my days.
Somewhere along the way,
There came a time, when it all fell apart,
It changed my ways of thinking,
And hardened up my heart.
I'm not so very perfect,
As I will readily admit,
If there is someone whom he thinks is,
He should look with a little more wit.
For The Shadow Man,
Who I used to know,
Now fills my mind,
And my heart with woe.
The Shadow man,
Is lurking all around,
I have looked so hard,
But he cannot be found.
6/21/1994
The Shadow Man 2
I saw The Shadow man again today,
And oh' what Hell there was to pay.
He made me laugh, then made me cry,
I still don't understand the reason why.
He acts so unfeeling and so cold,
There is truth there, yet to be told.
He acts as if there is nothing wrong,
And he knows these 28 years, have been so long.
Without him there to love and care,
My heart is broken, and my life is bare.
What time has passed can't be gotten back,
But somewhere inside him there is a lack.
A lack of love, and a lack of trust,
Put it behind me, I know I must!
But the love I feel wont go away,
And for that, I keep having to pay.
9/5/1998
NIGHTMARES
I am running , as in quicksand
Getting no where fast.
I hear terrible sounds
And I see shadows....chasing me.
There's no place that's safe
And no place to hide.
I don't know
What hell I am in.
Ahead....there is only darkness
Black as coal.
Behind....only shadows,
Out to harm me.
I feel a tingle
Running up my spine
A ghostly touch
Upon my shoulder.
I start to scream
And I awake
My nightmare behind me.
Published in 1988
Poetry of the South
ABSENT LOVE
She stood out in the crowd
Lika a flower in bloom,
Her face so radiant
It lit up the room.
Her hair hanging down
Covering her shy childish gaze
Her hands clasped tightly
Hiding her nervous ways.
She really shouldn't be here
But what else could I do
They said after a little while
She would be as good as new.
But the days are growing longer
The nights are longer still
As my bed grows colder
In my house upon the hill.
This one was also published in 1988
Same book as above
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