From the Closed Door

From the Closed Door

Nothing moves as fast

As the winter sun

Shadows on the porch

Race 

Playing a game of hide

Of which there is no seek

Until night wonders

Where they've gone

Suddenly lonely

And late for a feast

The line of darkness

Eats the screws by ones

So  tasty for gobbling shade

A seatless chair in and out

Ruined by wet snow

Where no one sits to explain

Why they won't fix it

Maybe in spring it thinks

“Maybe I'll be useful in spring”

Barry G. Wick

Just Missing

Just Missing

The trees sway

As my life slips ungracefully

Through the needles

To places where leaves

Caress me 

I am a breeze away from you

Yet my lips cannot touch

Their desire

Or say anything to join

Your flight 

Only now the rush of wind

Gets me close 

Then carry me far away from

The fields of waving love

Barry G. Wick

Disconnected

Disconnected

There's a bill to pay

Every day

In order to live

On some days

It's electricity

With dollars that came

From somewhere

Other days it's silence

Which are paid for

With mental games

Jerking the past

Forwards and backwards

Then there are friends

Who are rented with smiles

A cup of coffee

And open ears

There comes a day

When all these are disconnected

The lights are on

But nothing makes sense

And we turn them off 

There are no smiles

It's all silence

Full of chaos

Yet no door knocks

Coffee alone

Sitting in the dark

Nothing from the past

Is worth remembering

It is the time

When all the sins

Come due

There are no angels

There is no Jesus

Hiding in the wallet

Barry G. Wick

Why End Life in Fear

Why End Life in Fear

Why end life in fear

Of nothing

Or what is next you'll miss

Stand your ground in loneliness

Or surrounded by family

There is an opportunity

For gratitude

To thank all who helped

Get you to the same

Experience they faced

It's possible to look

At an empty ceiling

And whisper to the power

Of the universe

Of which you saw so little

Your final thoughts

Of gratitude

To repair all the sour feelings

That crossed your mind

To repair your confusions

To repair the anger

Thought in foolishness

Bless your body

Bless your brain

As they die

Pretend they were fish

Swimming upstream

Failing to see what 

Was behind them

Barry G. Wick

Pointless

Pointless

Michelangelo revealed

Adam getting the spark of life

From God in the cloudy heavens.

It wasn't life.

Adam was hoping for meaning.

“What's the point?” asks Adam.

“Here is the garden

Full of animals, birds, bugs.

There's fruit of every kind.

I got me a woman.

Yeah, you were mad when

Me and her bit the apple,

But I've come back to you

For that special spark.”

Now, notice the gap

Between Adam's finger

And his Supreme being buddy

(Or lover)

From whom or who

Which is it?

Anyway, that bearded guy.

Is he the one I see every morning

In the mirror?

Shit, I can't touch him.

“You, too?” asks Adam.

Barry G. Wick

Little Anthems

Little Anthems

Sing the song of day

We have no where to go

Taste all the wine you may

The winds upon your face will blow

To alleyways or streets of gold

We take our trade it's true

There's nothing here that makes us old

We're just the young our crew

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Guitar and drum the trumpets blare

You can't forget we're here

Our style is this: clothes or bare

It's what you always fear

Plan now to let us through

These streets belong to us

Accuse us of a life that's new

We're bound to make you blush

Barry G. Wick