Tag Archives: Reflection

032 – Instilled

I once was a bird
Bathed in a blue sky
Kissed by the shimmering sun

There I was
With outstretched arms
And my invisible wings
Floating on the wind
Touching the heavens

It was she
Who set me adrift
Telling me I can do anything

It was she
Who set fire to my imagination
Igniting my passion to try

I am still that bird
Bathed in a blue sky
Kissed by the shimmering sun

Here I am
Flying closer to the ground
My wings heavier
With the burdens of life

It is she
Who tells me
Don’t touch the dirt

It is she
Who whispers
Never stop trying to reach the stars

Her echoes
Will forever find a breeze
On which I can soar

Robert Lloyd
13 September 2017

028 – Borrowed Sunsets

The remaining topaz day
Was chased off by the coming night
Sheets of grey blue were pulling at the dark corners of the sky
As we walked along the waters edge
Hand in hand
Swallowing the salty air
Enjoying the tug of wet sand against our bare toes

It was as if we were the only two people left in this world
We had escaped our troubled lives
Through the watercolor painted sunset before us
At least For a short while

We wanted for the sky to stop right where it was
As if we were Thomas Moran painting
But someone had other plans
And so
Before we parted ways
Returning to our obligated paths
We held on to one another and kissed once more
As stars began appearing
And blinking their applause

Robert Lloyd
9 September 2017

025 – Tumultuous

Crippling moments
Sabotage
The mind
When we attempt to pick invisible flowers
From the concrete

We continue ignoring the fact
No water
Caused growth
It was just natural
Not 23 chromosome made

Foolish are those
Who think they rule this world
And the nature of mother

Chaos reins
Like graffiti
Appearing in the middle of the night
But who cares
We are hungry
So let’s eat

Robert Lloyd
6 September 2017

024 – Imaginary Rabbits

They lay carelessly
Bathing in the midday sun
One
Ignoring the unnecessary gifts of comfort
You worked so hard for
The other
Twitching in their sleep
More than likely
Chasing imaginary rabbits
But you can’t help but smile
Nothing quite beats the feel of their fur at your fingertips
And the knowledge
That they will never allow you to feel alone

Robert Lloyd
5 September 2017

022 – Frostbite Daydreams

Winter’s kiss stretches as far as the eye can see
As the morning sun slowly creeps along the sugar white snow

I stand with the warm heat of the furnace at my back
Daring myself to layer in deep thread and adventure out

The world is quiet
Mine for the taking
I can already hear the crunch of untouched snow underfoot
And I smile
Considering it will be me breaking nature’s silence

I can also see the warm soup waiting for my return
As my cold icicle fingers tremble
Trying to grab the cup

There is so much adventure ahead
On this new cold season day
But first
I need to brush my teeth
And maybe consider changing out of my slippers and PJs

Robert Lloyd
3 September 2017

021 – The Morning After Looking Glass

Eyes Red
So bright on white
And we talk
You and I

I am never doing that again
Mutters from my lips as I run my hand over my head
And you stare back at me not saying anything
Knowing better
You were always the wiser one

I am left the burden of convincing you
No really I swear
I’m done
I whisper
Nothing good ever comes from bourbon

We stare again one another in silence
Eventually smiling
and then at the same instant we laugh out loud
A laughter that is cut off by a knock

Are you ok in there
Comes a soft concerned voice
Neither of us know her name
And we look at each other guiltily

Before I turn off the light
I mumble again
One last time
I will see you later
I say as I exit the bathroom

Now assuming the role of a gentleman
Even though it is the morning after
I greet her with a smile
And chuckle just a bit
When she asked who I was talking to

Robert Lloyd
2 September 2017

020 – Lonely Lightening Welk

Through the childhood fog of time
I can see the beaches
Littered with best natural mobile homes
Shells of all shapes and sizes
Were snatched from the white sands
And deposited into overflowing yellow pales
While shrieks of glee pierced the air
Now
Barefoot and aged
I am lucky if I find one in tact
And those children’s yells
Near me at the beach
They no longer sound like harps and angels
Did I get old and the world change
Did we take too many when we were young
Or was my imagination just fresh and untarnished

Robert Lloyd
1 September 2017

017 – Little Beirut

Concrete and steel
Call to me every night
When I sleep

My dreams
Ask for my feet to once again travel along the asphalt
With moonlight as my companion

The flickering lights of bridge city
Kiss the Willamette
Teasing me with yesterday’s smiles

I now only visit with my eyes closed
Or via online ghosts
She was short lived and amazing

I have heard a city can steal your heart
I just never believed it

She is the lover I can never have all to myself
She kissed me
And then let me go
To forever hunger for what was
And the sad reality is
When I do one day return
She will never live up to my pedestalled memories of her

Robert Lloyd
29 August 2017

 

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016 – Lost at Sea

The correct paths
We assume we must travel upon
Only exist in the shadows
Cast by yesterday

We all pretend we knew
As we look back at our footsteps
Only to be pained
By our mangled dreams and polluted thoughts

We are boats
Drifting apart
Fading into the swallow of the sea
With our snapped anchors
Wondering
Where it all went wrong

Robert Lloyd
28 August 2017