Space

by becka stock ©

Look down upon the sun touched clouds,
Then up to space's realm of midnight dark.
White clouds below dissolve and break,
Above me countless stars whirl and spark.

A world of cares is left behind
As I float in man's sky dreams.
Wise men whisper warnings of greed,
Evil things in a constant stream.

Within life's ever changing guise
Is a dream born with silver wings.
Listen not to another man's lies
Reality is born as my heart sings

Dare me just once more my friend!
You think this life is unreal?
Real life flies fast and free
Elusive in endless vistas surreal.

Return from the sentinel stars,
Plunge to the jewel toned earth.
Heart beat pounds a solemn count
I wonder what this man's life is worth.

Wander the House
by becka stock ©

I wander the house some nights,
Velvet dark broken by the fall
Of painted patterns of headlights
Shimmers softly on the wall

Screams of sirens speak to me
To interrogate me at last
Wherever I hide or seek to be.
They search my world so fast.

My past of self pity haunts me
Uncertain future hides from sight
I wonder where exactly i should be
As I wander unguided in the night

Unlit darkness rules supreme
In cobwebbed shadows of my mind
I walk away the hours unseen
And know that I am truly blind

Blind to what i might have been
Had my future shaped my past
Freed fantasy offers memories seen
Of what I might have been at last.

I still adore the pensive thought
Of the being who might have been me
And live within old memories sought
Of a person I can never be.

Wraiths of Time
by becka stock ©

Wraiths of time have etched my face
Each line chooses its own place.
Emotions known to wondering mind
Loves and tensions time cannot unwind.

Feel the laughter of times long past
Remembered sorrow in sharp contrast.
Within these lines remains the dust
Of many whom I did once trust.

Relatives and beloved from years before
Each left a mark on my face’s door.
Some lines happy, some are sad.
These lines of life are not so bad.

I gaze on those with unmarked faces
Upon them life has left no traces.
Some of them of unknown ages
Each alone, yet around them life rages

Then, suddenly, I understood
Its not just love which makes life good.
Its problems solved and troubles ended,
Family and friends, old fences mended

For the face but reflects the heart within
Nowhere is there one without sin.
Judge not but learn to accept man’s flaw
Wisdom learned from my grandpa.

the shaking one
by becka stock ©

Searching for the dream unhidden
Praying cures are not forbidden.
Let the shaking one have need
Fantasy or fact, take heed
The mind the body has ridden

Never for the cure to find
Leaves the madness in my mind
Let the shaking hand forbear
From this illness i forswear
The mind the body can despair

Stand in the daylight screaming
Surely this illness i am dreaming
Let the shaking knee agree
Whatever comes this is not me
The mind the body must flee.

Candles light this darkened screen
Only the body does this demean
Let the shaking heart await
All the demons of my fate
The mind the body does not abate

Never again the midnight flight
Seeking darkness in daylight
Let the shaking leg stand true
And know this someday could be you
The mind the body functions does rue

Seek no more the dreamer's mind
Poor Pandora’s' box unbind
Let the shaking wrist be seen
Phantom thoughts, a mere day dream
The mind the body starts anew

Shout it in a pool of light
Refuse the dark seductive night
Display the body shaking fast
Ere one can be free at last
The mind the body rules, it is past