Steven J. Schmelz

USA

pale strains of hope

I cant make this right
turn a lie toward the sky
I can walk into the night
see all my life as a lie
 
see all that I miss
burn beauty into my mind
a promise that was a kiss
who is there to find?
 
this life, this earth, this light
turn toward a moment
of fortune in this long night
longing for the moment
 
no, it is cold and dark
it will forever be
pale strains of hope
hold all the lie that is me
 

 

what feeble flame remains

Fleeting fires burnt
a whim's moment remembered
his passion lost
a coin held close
glancing back, prism of fools
old men and women huddle
what have we learned?
hold better what feeble flame remains

 

 

a last poem

 

if i fell now,
a ghost forever
 
a moment to feel
just a notion for you
 
what isn't, what is
faint light recesses
 
stand toward the cold,
bitter breeze in dark
 
rejected by knowing
soothed in this last moment

 

Punk Country rock    

 

 getting it right in rap

a wonderful life, reported

Hollywood has its vision

Knows what is right what's wrong

 

Hate Bush, the academy says yes

80,000 people show up

pay $74 to screw the marine

No different than 1968

 

What have we learned?

Jeans and jeeps to buy

The rif at its height

talent speaks to us all

 

You want change?

open a door for a punk

open your heart for your neighbor

kiss your little girl good night.

 

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