The Room Beyond...

As the key enters the slot
To open the door
I hear the click, as the key turns
Left or right
The hinges are old and worn
They squeak, as the swing of the door
What's on the other side
As we know, there is more
I see the darkness
The smell of stale air
Objects sitting in the shadows
The dirty windows
Casting of some light
The silhouettes dancing on the walls
Does this room hold the answers
We all want to know
Or, maybe an escape, from it all
Why was it locked
What were we not to see
I hear the creaking of the floor
As I walked into the darkness
Shadows playing games
Than I see it
Standing straight and tall
An old grey sheet
Covering most of it all
The reflections of the eyes
Glaring towards my direction
Backwards I go
As the door shuts behind me
The key locking it
As it was before
What's on the other side
I don't want to know...........

 



Michael Vandyke C@ 2018

The Eyes See.....

Coming from the throne
I see the damnation of earth
The corruption, death and lies
I see people doing as they want
Not as they should
I see the blood of wars
No peace on earth
Unnecessary killings
Human kindness
Is of rarity
Poverty, sickness
Haters hating more
Trust one trust two
Trust nobody
This from the eyes
Of the throne........


Michael Vandyke  @C 2018

PTSD

A SOLDIER WITH PTSD FELL IN A HOLE and couldn’t get out.
A Senior NCO went by and the Soldier with PTSD called out for help. The Senior NCO yelled at, told him... to suck it up dig deep & drive on, then threw him a shovel. But the Soldier with PTSD could not suck it up and drive on so he dug the hole deeper.

A Senior Officer went by and the Soldier with PTSD called out for help. The Senior Officer told him to use the tools your Senior NCO has given you then threw him a bucket. But the Soldier with PTSD was using the tools his Senior NCO gave him so he dug the hole deeper and filled the bucket.
A psychiatrist walked by. The Soldier with PTSD said, “Help! I can’t get out!” The psychiatrist gave him some drugs and said, “Take this. It will relieve the pain.” The Soldier with PTSD said thanks, but when the pills ran out, he was still in the hole.
A well-known psychologist rode by and heard the Soldier with PTSD cries for help. He stopped and asked, ” How did you get there? Were you born there? Did your parents put you there? Tell me about yourself, it will alleviate your sense of loneliness.” So the Soldier with PTSD talked with him for an hour, then the psychologist had to leave, but he said he’d be back next week. The Soldier with PTSD thanked him, but he was still in the hole.
A priest came by. The Soldier with PTSD called for help. The priest gave him a Bible and said, “I’ll say a prayer for you.” He got down on his knees and prayed for the Soldier with PTSD, then he left. The Soldier with PTSD was very grateful, he read the Bible, but he was still stuck in the hole.
A recovering Soldier with PTSD happened to be passing by. The Soldier with PTSD cried out, “Hey, help me. I’m stuck in this hole!” Right away the recovering Soldier with PTSD jumped down in the hole with him. The Soldier with PTSD said, “What are you doing? Now we’re both stuck here!!” But the recovering Soldier with PTSD said, “Calm down. It’s okay. I’ve been here before. I know how to get out.
~Author Unknown

My Tammy

Speak those tender words
As they leave your lips
Sweet little love
Song in your ear
The voice you say
Is the voice I hear
My love for you
Its ever so clear
Stirring with emotion
When I feel your touch
I love you Dear
Ever so much............

Michael Vandyke C@ 2018

The Piano Stool

As I look on stage
Into the far corner I see
A piano stool
I think to myself
I wonder where that has been
Sitting in the corner
All alone
Why was it there
I would always ask
How many people has it sat
It was made of old
The wood in the days
When it was good
As also style
If it could only talk
Telling us the stories
Of the people that sat on the stool
Were they learning how to play
Where they a pro
Did it hear the boogie woogie
Or maybe a classical play
Was it a child
Who's legs couldn't touch the floor
Or raised up for an adult
Whom wrote a score
As its days grew old
With no more
Replaced by a bigger bench
That could store
Put me off in the corner
I've done my work
Give me a glance
As I've seen you do
Smile as you look
I'm still solid
I will never rot
I'm glad I could sit there
As they were taught.......


Michael Vandyke C@ 2018

The Lonely Walk

I see him walking down the street
With the world on his shoulders
What's wrong, may I ask
His story as he told me so
Weeping like a willow
Feeling so blue
I see the tears on my pillow
As the nights turn into days
I need room to think
His eyes where of a glaze
It was the simple things
That mattered to me
So I thought
But didn't see
His story so sad
Have you seen a broken heart
Your spirit hanging on a sleeve
Advice your told
In reality, its all
Up to you
You pray for them
Even if its to let go.........


Michael Vandyke C@ 2018

In The shadows

Where you going to run
Where you going to hide
Where you going to go
Where I don't know
The shadows of the past
They follow me
Wherever I go
Never at peace
Never alone
Where you going to run
I don't know
Where you going to hide
I don't know
The shadows follow you
As you say why
Instead of no
Will the madness stop
As I fear the next corner
The next dream
Face the darkness
Tell it no
Let the light
Take the shadows away
Where you going to run
I run no more
Where you going to hide
I hide no more
Where are you going
I'm going to be better
The shadows of the past
Have laying onto the ground
I feel the warmth all around
Walk in peace my brother
The shadows
Are of no more............


Michael Vandyke  C@ 2018

My Hands

I look at my hands
To see the many miles
My life has put on them....

The childhood
With toys trucks, bikes and sleds
Dirt, rocks and trees to climb....

The teenager, swimming the river
With beach of sand
Feeling the soft touch, of a girl
While holding hands....

A young man, with tools of work
While walking this earth
Of all its land....

A sandpaper touch
Or a babies smooth skin
The hot and cold water of life
Some of it planned....

Or the feel of the dirty world
As you sweep away
The dust of the land....

The scars I see
The memories they bring
Some scars run deep
Some into your soul....

These hands have seen death
These hands have loved
These hands have worked
These hands have held new life....

With these hands I have said goodbye
To also say hello....

The many miles
These hands have seen
Make me tired sometimes....


They help me up
When I fall down
Dust me off, to go again

So I can add more memories
For my eyes to see
My hands to hold....


Michael Vandyke C@ 2018

That's Why I Grew up,To Be Me

They ask me why I am the way I am
It doesn't take long to say.....

I use to see the tears roll down Mom's face
The scares inside, the bruises outside
I'm sorry, it will never happen again
I know it's a lie
With a lot of practice you see
That's why I grew up, to be me....

I knew it was time to leave
Where do you go
I haven't a place
A broken heart at a young age
That's why I grew up to be me....

Don't yell at me, I'll walk away
I've just seen it to many times
I'll be nice, if you will too
All you have to do is say
That's why I grew up to be me....

Here I am, on my own
Making a living you see
Never hurt a person, leave them be
You think you know who I am
You will never be (as you think)
That's why I grew up to be me....

A few choice friends
Are in my world now
They understand, they know
One thing I can say, they do too
That's why I grew up to be me.....


Michael VanDyke  C@ 2018

Broken Down Angel

I was broken as a child
My emotions shattered
All over the ground
My heart stayed strong
My feelings I gave
My spirit laid in pieces
Some were missing
I thought to never be found
Life removed all innocence
Words stab deep into a child's soul
The smiles left
Replaced with frowns
The laughter
Into anger
Pack it away
Push it down........


Michael Vandyke  C@ 2018

The Wheels of Life

My heart is like a wheel
Searching into the darkness
I looked for the light
Through the falling rain
I yelled out
As if a bird of the air
May carry my voice ....

I have seen the things of today
But what of tomorrow
My heart is like a wheel
Searching into the darkness
Is that sunshine
I see out there
In the rain....

Pay no mind to the demons
That give you fear
One day your mind will clear
For now is the word
The sun and the light
The moon and the stars
Are not of dark....

Not of yesterday, today
Or tomorrow....

My heart is like a wheel
Searching into the darkness
Open our minds
Into the lives of others
Take another look
Tell me what do you see....



Michael Vandyke  C@ 2018