Submissions by scopow77 (Scot Powers)

Touching, feeling,fumbling my way
searching, asking, about my fate
watching,learning ,to walk again
pushing pulling ,through the game

But I still remember, what you said
in the morning over bacon and eggs

Waking, morning, a busy day
you won't have time, lunch today
meetings ,problems, same same
deadlines, leaving, A hell of a way

But I still remember, what you wore to the movie
on our last date
But I still remember,what you said and the way
you walked up to me ,you said

Won't you ,come home
with me...

Every morning
same old rush
gather my things
catch the bus

Off to toil
for my bread
while you lie
in your bed

But that is not
the life for me
I must look after
your endless needs

to what end
I ask myself
for all I do
my will must bend

I hang my head
whenI heard
your scathing words
that seem absurd

I bite my tounge
and curse inward
all to often on the verge

To leave you here
for all to see
I've done my time
my mind is free

The stories the same
only the scenery changes every day
miles under big wheels
don't seem to take away
the pain of our mistakes
look deep inside for a reason
to continue on this way
is it my fear that binds me to this place

Searching for answers
to the question who are we
cascading memories
of who and what are we

walking a mile in anothers shoes
changes everything
perspectives in motion seem to
seems to cause you to wake
until reality brings you to the brink
that you realize some facts are hard to take
...

Darkened room,quartets playing
the crowd, hungry for more
down here air is getting hazy
your ashen faced headed for the door
came again for the painted lady
her eyes you cant ignore
satin dress silk stockings
memories of long ago

sometimes I feel I;m going no where
sometimes I feel its my time to win

Dawn is breaking streets are empty
you look around from your hole
some people say that your crazy
but man that's not it at all
in the alley there's an entrance
a vision slot on the door
secret knock gains you entry...