My words lie dormant
the hour grows late
am I no longer a poet
I’m awaiting my fateSo what shall I do
with this awful truth
have they gone the way
of laughter and youthLove took a vacation
my career thrown away
it’s difficult to write
with nothing to sayThere will come a time
when everything ends
so please live today
take care my dear friends
Take Care
Mike Frawley: Imagine
I can picture the day exactly. It was somewhere in the mid 70’s. The waves had been perfect that morning, and I arrived home to find mom still at work. I popped John Lennon onto her old turntable and sunk into the couch. I was nearly as high as the volume when Imagine began. Randomly I remembered…
Will you teach me
can you show me
I promise I’ll ask but once
please whisper softly
tell me how
I pray you reveal your secrets
that in this fleeting moment
I might learn to love again
and remember once more
that I too am beautiful
Mike Frawley: A Million to One
One of a million wannabes
the curtain raises and I appearCan you see behind the mask
who am I when I’m not hereThese questions I can’t answer
on the stage or watching the showFated to be a two bit stand-in
hero or villain, I don’t knowSensual overload, mental meltdown
it somehow seems not…
