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February 12, 2021 / Samuel DiPaola

I Sit and Wait

I sit and wait
Wait for calls
Never returned
Wait for friends
Never heard
Wait for meaning
Meaning
A life of meaning
Does not exist

Dreams
Do not exist
Still
I wait for dreams
Never to be
Lost possibility
Unfulfilled
A life of obstacle

I sit and wait
Wait for calls
Never returned
Wait for friends
Never heard
Wait for meaning
Meaning
A life of meaning
Does not exist

Still
I dream
I sit and dream
Always see
Never to be
Lost possibility
Unfulfilled
Must be strong

Strong for who?
You?

Save the prize
I see it in your eyes

I sit and wait

June 10, 2014 / Samuel DiPaola

Power

To what point
All this madness
And lust for power?
You can have it.
Leave me be.

April 4, 2013 / Samuel DiPaola

The Reluctant Lazarus

Call me the reluctant Lazarus
Each night I return to the tomb
In hopes of eternal rest
But the Gods consider it amusing
To raise me at morning break
They proclaim it a miracle
I, a curse
Bound to the rock as Prometheus
My liver feeds the masses
With no consideration of right
Wrap me in linen
Return me to the dust
From which I came
And let me sleep

April 2, 2013 / Samuel DiPaola

Fate

The earth burns
A fire down below
Rises up in majesty
To meet the morning sun
As your waking smile
Realizes our fate

November 30, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

I See

I see babies and I’m hopeful for life
I see high school kids and I’m scared
I see adults and I’m disillusioned
I see old people and I’m sorry
I see dead people and I’m jealous

November 4, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

Temple Stones

By mid-day, the storm clouds had passed.
Temple stones lay in the distance,
far removed from forgotten daily offerings.
Eventually, the stones were gathered to mark grave sites,
and stale bread was thrown to hungry dogs.

August 1, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

Smoke

I stand in the sunlight
And wonder why I’m dying
Fragile as a candle flame
Burning hot one moment
With the power to consume
Extinguished the next
By the smallest breeze
Carried away
In a puff of smoke
Forgotten
Never to be seen

July 30, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

Eternity

The room I sit in holds no promise
Emptiness consumes all
Where has everyone gone?
The spirits have abandoned me
Many too busy to care
Others trapped in a life
with no chance of escape
Love is surly lost
I try to make sense of where time has gone
Regardless of how much I achieve
It is never enough
Life has been squandered on meaningless pursuits
Last night I dreamt the forests were on fire
I wanted to fly above the clouds and break free
When I was young, I believed I could change the world
Now I ask to what end, and for what purpose?
Wasn’t the original order to be fruitful and multiply?
But for whose benefit?
Mine, or yours?
Tell me
What survives of past civilizations?
No less intelligent
Struggles long forgotten
Now meaningless
The chosen ones
Were they not?
As promised for all eternity
But what is eternity?
Ultimately, nothing achieved
And no one remembers or cares of the accomplishments
We are told to believe
And to fight for the cause
I still have not found a cause worth fighting for
And no longer want to be part of the cosmic battle over good and evil
When you give in
and realize that all is driven by self-importance
It becomes easy to walk away from the fight
or the call
or the mission
or the flag
or the church
If the devil exists, then let God destroy him
and leave me be
If eternity exists
Then let it not be this!

April 7, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

Hollow Bones

My bones are hollow.
Some day when I’m gone,
carve them into flutes,
and play beautiful music
for the children.

March 18, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

The Screws of Time

Time passes by, unaware.
Everything’s an illusion.
Self-made and self-important.
Your coffin screws have been forged
in the fires of
pretentiousness.