Great Waves and Tile Floors

that series i guess, a relflection i guess.

Great waves crash not on seabed but on

Tile floors and questions we ask seem to have no

Answer that is definite. Always ambiguous its an

Either/or and though we may hunger for more we

May never be sure for thus is the nature of great

Waves that crash down on tile floors.

 

Great waves crash down on tile floors that are the color

of sand in my shoes, as I sing old tunes and rhythms of blues

What does my life mean to you or to me or for that

Matter to anybody when uncertainty knocks on my front

Door and unknowing is always in supply and never in

Demand much like the sand… in my shoes.

 

Great waves crash on tile floors when wise men know as

Much about knowing as canker sores and lack of truth rocks

My core I think I shall turn to He Who Is for he must know

More about being no more… if anyone knows, if anyone

Is sure then He must know why Great waves crash down on

Tile floors.

 

He must know why time runs out and stands still, He must know

Why vampiric people have their fill, of innocent blood, it gives me

The chills when I think about the destruction that sates itself with

Pure lives, and the tears that innocence itself cries. Why does African

Babies starve batting flies out of their eyes? Why children are destroyed

Before birth, Why others starve and here we die from growing in girth?

 

He must know why foolish pride begins when we are done playing with

our children’s toys and why I speak and no one want To hear my voice,

why truth isn’t good enough but instead our choice is to construct illusions

with our hands, why the stuff of dreams does not live in reality and why I

am so mad at me. I will turn to He Who Is for He must know why my heart

is so very sore. He must know why Great Waves crash down on tile floors.