Rand McNally Destination Life

"Rand McNally Destination Life"

Smothered by this emptiness

I long for a respirator

A purpose that drives me hard into life

Into a life that leads to more

Future is just a word

I’d like to see more than just shadows

I want a lasting light or road to follow

One with a known destination

I will be crushed if I worked this hard for a dead end

I pray for a map

A simple one that always guarantees another to follow

I just want to know that there is more road

Maybe its faith for which I request

More so maybe it is Proof I want

Yet either way I must have…

I need a destination

By

Robert Lloyd

(25 Feb 01)

Pondering

“Pondering”


Her laughter and smile is broken by the momentary pause of contemplation
She gets lost in the thought of us
Of her
Of what’s next
That’s when my heart skips the quickest


In that moment
When neither of us utters a word
And the only sounds that can be found
Are the waves crashing on the nearby shore as the wind races around us
I get lost too
I am pulled in by her soft green eyes
And I wonder how long I will be allowed to pretend they are mine


They say that nothing good ever comes from a girl with beautiful eyes
But I have already been swallowed by that possible curse
I am at the edge
Practically willing to jump
She stares right through me and burns my soul


My world and hers are littered with the remnants of our yesterdays
Our lives are sweet pieces of candied covered chaos

Broken parts of each us seem to fit
They are pressed into one another in a nearly perfect way

We are a puzzle coming together
And it all starts with that first piece
Those amazing soft green eyes
The ones pondering what to do next



Robert Lloyd

Monarch

"Monarch"

The color of syrup and corn catch my eye

Against the green fields and blue skies

And I smile

There

Dancing amongst the flowers

Softly floating between the reds and lavender

Is something that reminds me of you

My heart warms

I forget the worries of my day

And I stray off the dull asphalt path

Leaving the monotony of boardrooms and teleconferences

To follow your symbol

Your happiness

Your inspiration

A breeze kisses my neck

And fresh air smacks me in the face

Forcing me back to reality

I awake from my pleasant day dream

Knowing that I must get back to chasing dollars

But before I do

Before I step back onto the black top

That takes me to my cold metal desk

I watch beauty for a few moments longer

There

Dancing amongst the flowers

Softly floating between the reds and lavender

Is a beautiful butterfly

And it reminds me of you

Robert Lloyd

11 January 2011 

The Road

"The Road" 


People pass through my day like cars at a stop light 
They are momentarily there 
Headed on the same path 
But eventually they turn off at one point 
Leaving me once again on my own road 

I find myself jealous that they have passengers 
Parents, children, family and friends 
My car is empty 
My company kept is songs tied to memories 
Songs that fade further into yesterday 

It's as if I am behind the wheel of a hearse 
Driving alone 
With death being the only hitchhiker I am sure to find 


 Robert Lloyd

Raindrops

"Raindrops"

The beat of my heart accelerates when she first comes into view.   She is the sexy part of a summer storm.  That dark cloud on a bright sunny day that many enjoy, and know will bring a much needed rain and even bit of electricity. She is the lightning bolt aimed right at me, winding up with a few bits of taunt and sway.   With her stare and smile she charges my skin, my entire body.  The hairs on my arm stand on imaginary tippy toes in anticipation of her touch and soft lips.  She is the raindrop that falls from the sky and kisses the skin on the back of my neck, waking me up, sending a shiver down my spine.  She is the dance in the rain that cools the air around me and makes me forget yesterday and the dry heat.  She is the steam that floats up from the ground racing past me to the skies, to gather, and start all over again another day.  She is the unexpected.  She is my smile.  She is my today and maybe tomorrow.

Robert Lloyd

My Own Van Morrison

"My Own Van Morrison"

Liquid pools of brown syrup spill over me with a hungry intent

The only thing that breaks the hold her eyes have on me

The one that cements me to where I stand

Waiting for her touch

Is her smile

It sends my heart skipping a beat too fast

She scares me

But in a good way

And I think she knows it

She could be the fairy tale you have read about

And almost forgot

Because you were lost in the thick grey reality of life

The one you were taught to accept

Since

Well

That’s just what everyone does

Her presence is the joy that invites me to happiness

And I plan to prolong the time I have with her

Even if it is to just savor those amazing

Dark, rich, hot chocolate brown eyes

For a few seconds more

Robert Lloyd

And It Seems

"And It Seems"

We survive our devils

So as to find our smiles

We try to forget what went wrong

And recapture the good portions of yesterday

And it seems

My sought after grin

Is at its most Cheshire

When you are within the graze of my fingertips

We dream of adventure

A way to escape the humdrums of our existence

We imagine the open road and new hope

Spread out before us

And it seems

My gas tank is most full and shifting for a journey

When you are seated next to me

Eyes wide, and ready for the tarred blacktop before us

We dread the final chapter

Hoping for a new author

Someone whose pens drips with imagination

A person willing to write anything

Without fear

And it seems

You make me that person

For now, you are my muse, blowing the pages forward

As my scribble tries to capture all you inspire within my mind

And possibly my heart

Robert Lloyd

Laughter Revolution

"Laughter Revolution"

We need new hippies

Another generation to enjoy the now

A people that pull rainbows from the dull cities

Flowers in the rifle barrels part two

Society should be looking beyond tabloids and our own dead ends

When we sweat, yank the clothes from our bodies and teach us to dance in the gritty acid rains

Our neighbors should take their last dollars and use it on instant smiles

 It’s a time for the poets and songwriters to quicken the pulse of the world

To show us there is more to life than cable boxes and the latest tickle me Elmo

We should smile more often and wander the streets like gypsies

Camp out on the sidewalks sucking in the yellow rays of sunlight and laughter

We need to open borders and close-minded fools

Allow the daring to run to the top of any mountain they choose

And while there let them scream from the top of their lungs

Hollering every verse of Dylan’s Do Not Go Gentle

Families should learn to not despise who our children are

They need to embrace them

Empty their pockets till they have every crayon possible, even periwinkle

We must extract the dreams from the dulling eyes and witness them happen

Let us all be spent by one another’s exhausting joy

We need to relish today

So that tomorrow

The children will know it is what they can and will do as well

Robert Lloyd