The Casualty and The Observer

I'm putting these two poems together because they belong in the same short collection I plan to finish in the near future. Thanks!- Dave

taken by a friend of me watching the sunrise on Masada

The Casualty

By David Marcus Karp

You will see, boys

You will see

City lights reflecting bac on me

I am nothing

Without time flying

I’ll let the world be

You’ll find it, you’ll see

I am lost now

In a sea of sunlight

Old city walls glow with time that’s gone

Everybody

Searching for their own sense of peace

All the children crying in a song

Prayers are blowing

Through dust and wind

Tryin’ to find an ear that will listen

The desert’s flooding

With tears of broken hearts

Won’t anybody look at the world today?

Riots, rage and rubble

Shouldn’t tell my story

I swear that one day

I’ll find this place’s glory

I swear that one day

I’ll find this place’s glory

The Observer

By David Marcus Karp

The fire falls

The sirens cry

The sky is silent

And so am I

What’s happened here

What story’s told

Could any person

Be so bold?

Sometimes it gets so cold

Sometimes I feel so old

I wanna love the world again

The Wide Awake Weekend Poems

So I wrote these two poems when I had insomnia this past weekend and didn't sleep the Friday night-Saturday morning. Hope you enjoy!- Dave

4:11 am

By David Marcus Karp

Sea of reflections of the night

Streetlights guide me through the open

Flashes of electricity excite the eyes

Through the tunnel of steel thunder

Sleeping, woken, moving, THINKING

Nothing, guarding, loving, thinking

Nothing, nothing, lying, thinking

Nothing, nothing, nothing, thinking

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Where do I go from here?

Home was such a yesterday

Dreaming is the present

Finding “fearless” future feels forever

Can I go back a few stops?

Time is non-existent now

But only a few stops away

This is…

Insomnia

By David Marcus Karp

When you can’t tell apart sunrise from sunset

And your eyes are useless shutters

Thoughts from head, heart, and soul collide

And you just become part of any crowd wandering

You’ve seen me in the deadest of nights

I’m good nor bad, just another reality

I’m walking the streets of raw consciousness

Or driving on empty streets looking for a friend

Waiting for some dreamed up escape

And rolling the dice on truth

It’s the only honest deal in a world gone astray

And you realize you may have always been the only one awake