Your Pity Parade

 

 

pavement is cold

cracked and old

brittle with decay

 

the leaves dying

rustle and flying

in the winds

of yesterday

 

hear the whispers

in the corners

hear the voices

sing

ring out the truth

bring about the proof

the witnesses

to the charade

 

it is time for

the pity parade

 

look at all the broken hearts

dancing,

playing their parts

 

fill the streets

walk to the beats

of the tears and fears

that litter these streets

with shattered dreams

that no one hears

 

 

 

 

Written by Barbara Doduk – January 8, 2009

Silent Fight

 

 

 

lightning strikes

far off in the distance

by the time the rumble hits

it’s lost its resistance

rattles and rumbles low

passes us by on the road

home

 

and the rain starts

pitter-patter on the chrome

wipers rush and whosh

and the motor purrs alone

static on the radio

no words to hum

 

this is the silent night

nothing left to say

drive along the well worn roads

back home to dooms day

 

his fist is bloody

dried and swollen sore

she’s tired

and doesn’t want to hear it anymore

no excuses

for the bitter abuses

they know the score

no winners only losers

here

 

this is the silent fight

nothing left to say

in this blackness of tonight

tomorrow is another day

but nothing ever changes

even in the morning light

 

and the rain starts

lightning strikes

static on the radio

this our silent life

 

 

 

 

Written by Barbara Doduk – January 22, 2009

Essay

 

 

so you want another literal essay

shut up, keep quiet, watch what you say

write it all down, hide it away

just don’t stay

 

can i ask you a question?

can you answer me this?

come here, go away

go there, don’t stay

 

roxy lights

long after midnight

shouting fights

call me another name

accuse me of being the same

hate me for loving you

hate me because i am true

hate me cause i was

never her never were

 

can i ask you question?

can you answer me this?

come here, go away

go there, don’t stay

 

have another drink

get the boys to buy you a round

use them, to think

feel important, in that sound

take another picture

at 2 am

when…

everybody in the bar is your friend

 

 

 

 

Written by Barbara Doduk – January 8, 2009