Bide

Bide

Will I have the next kiss goodbye

Or will that one be my last one

As the dark cloud hovers above me

My heart waits for resolve

Wondering

Has my latest appeal prolonged the end

Will the bell toll midnight

And the finality of reality run it’s course

My death row heart holds onto hope

I wait patiently

Nervously

Painfully

Not giving in

She makes me smile when no one else can

My breath catches when she walks into a room

Still when I bleed this honesty

Hers is one of “I don’t know”

What more can I bare

Waiting for the inevitable

If there is no now

How can we hope for tomorrow

I glance back to the yesterdays

The ones she says were not there

Wondering

Which of us is lying to ourselves

Bending reality to hold onto the latest idea

The guillotine hangs ready to fall

And I willingly place my neck on the block

Begging for a quick end

Or for her to yank me away

Wanting desperately to renew us

By

Robert Lloyd

Motive

"Motive"

Broken and dark

I was hazardous to me

Lost

And nearly destroyed by a black and white world of expectations

I can now see in color

At least little specs of kaleidoscope hope

I can now taste just a bit of sunshine on my tongue

My way to tomorrow is winding

It will not be a simple elevator to happiness

But I Know I will earn it

My next moment will be mine

It no longer will be guided by them

Him

Or even her

Each desire I achieve

Each chance I take

Each second I seize

It is all for me

From the dust I step forward

From the grey shadows of despair I escape

Now is the time to chase the dreams I almost forgot

Now is excited anticipation

Robert Lloyd

Spare Time

"Spare Time"

I wish I could recycle my littered minutes
Not the ones wasted on day dreaming
Those are well spent
I want the ones that slip by unnoticed

Can you see the corporation
Hired men like highway cleanup crews

Follow behind
During the day
Unnoticed
As a minute slips by truly wasted
They stab it with their sticks
As if it were a piece of trash
Blowing down the road

Eventually
You are presented with a monthly fee
A percentage price
For a substantial block of time
Of life gone by

You empty your wallet
In exchange for a box of
Recycled minutes

Imagine life
Imagine what you could do with these minutes

Do I extend a great evening
on the town
Or give to doctors
Who could have used just a second more

Do I share
Giving a soldier that extra chance
Does some of it go into the offering plate
Can I last longer in the sack
The possibilities would be endless

I wish I could recycle my littered minutes
Not the ones just wasted
On this day dream
Those are well spent
I want the ones that slip by unnoticed


Robert Lloyd