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Winner's Space

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Emblazoned across thy scornful face
The lines of malcontent
Betray thy cold intent
Of prevailing in this endless race
Regardless of the effort spent
Seeking the fabled Winnerís Space...


Punching Out

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Working for nothing,
Nothing but work;
Life passes by
Like some preordained quirk.
You slave and you toil
For some meaningless wage
Till you die, old and tired,
Consumed by your rage.


Doing Time

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

What happens to a clock
When it no longer ticks,
Does it quietly sit and pine?

Will it fret, and wring
Itís little hands,
Or accept itís fate, resigned?

Could the numbered face
Form a frown
Morose, and deeply lined?

If you ask me,
I think it would welcome the chance
To finally be free of time.


Holiday

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

We hurried, we ran,
We got there, and waited...
Our hopes for no worries
Were quickly deflated.

The flight was delayed,
About an hour or so,
They couldnít fly the plane,
There was just too much snow.

Finally, we arrived,
A whole day had gone by.
When you should be having fun
Is when time really flies.

We stood there in line
To receive numbered stubs,
Elbowing our way
Through the constant hub-bubs.

From the plane to a bus,
Off the ship, into a hack;
There were indeed many times
We thought to turn back.

Chances were slim, of course,
That our skin would change hue,
As luck would have it
The sun was on vacation too.

Suddenly it seemed to happen,
Time to head back home.
Heartstrings tend to pull you back
No matter where you roam.

Looking back upon my trip,
I can truly say,
Iím glad I took that week of time
To have my Holiday.


Growing Old

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Mother help me please
Stop the spread of this disease
That grabs hold of my soul
With fingers rough and cold.

Forced to face the tarnished masks
Of ridicule and blame,
Lost within my shame,
I'm a second string player
In this high stakes, insane game.

It's the hard man-made mirror
That tells a tale of pain,
Of unexpected gain,
Of the gray and wrinkled image
That the future must contain.

Oh, I feel so old.

I feel I've lost my mind,
It seems life is so unkind,
For every corner that I turn
I wind up getting burned.

To reach the stars, I try so hard,
Through tears it's tough to see,
There is no remedy.
All my life I'll suffer failure
Doubt, and misery.

It costs so much
To grab for something
That they say is free,
I think I'll leave it be,
And try to deal with growing old

Gracefully...


The New Dark Ages

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Pollution, retribution,
Endless problems, few solutions.
We watch our souls regressing,
As our minds seek evolution.

Starvation, hostile nations,
People pray for their salvation,
As each day brings the world
One step closer to devastation.

Strategic defense, higher rents,
Global leaders exude incompetence,
But still the people follow
Ignoring common sense.

Ideologies, philosophies,
Fanatical theologies,
Strive to bring the accepted order
Crumbling to itís knees.

Gilded cages, violent rages,
We are all victims of the war progress wages,
As we plunge ourselves ever deeper,
Into the New Dark Ages.


Satellite

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

A billion points of solar light
Invade my awakening mind.
Escape velocity has been achieved,
Leave all gravity behind.
Looking back at my blue world,
A sapphire in the midnight sea,
Iíve never felt so far from home-
Itís lonely, here at apogee.

Drifting through the vacuum/womb
Of silent weightlessness,
Developed well beyond the egg
Yet still quite helpless.
Shaped by elemental forces
That beggar the imagination,
Striving to reach the critical point
Of orbital habitation.

DEDICATED TO THE FIRST CREW OF THE INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION


Not All Rules Were Made To Be Broken

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

How can you cite the Golden Rule,
Saying it is your creed,
When so often in the past,
Youíve succumbed to the whims of your greed.

So much is wasted, while so much is wanted,
Will it never end?
Mankind is aware of numerous shortcomings,
Yet makes no move towards amends.

Treachery, deceit, concern for oneís self,
Is the mood of the day.
No thought is given to the suffering of others,
Such feelings just get in the way.

Everyoneís screaming for some new solution,
Though no one lends a hand.
If we donít start caring for one another,
There is little hope for this land.


Mr. Sociable

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

He is graceful, and charming,
Completely disarming,
Essential to any social affair.

Obliging, and devout,
Mingling about,
Dispensing kind words here and there.

Hands reach to touch him,
Elbows to nudge him,
Eyes seek a glimpse of his smile.

Heís a man with flair,
Obvious savoir-faire,
A portrait of tactful style.

Yet, sometimes I wonder,
If deep, down under,
He tires of this endless game.

I think his facade
Is becoming slipshod,
I donít think heís living up to his name.

For I detected a hint,
Of an unsociable glint,
In his otherwise smiling eyes;

Perhaps his desire,
Is to quietly retire
And let the trappings of Society pass him by.


Mathematical Tragedy

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

As I sit and speculate,
I wish I could truly enumerate
On the infinite feelings you generate
Inside of me.

But surely the notations would fade from sight,
Spiraling by in chronological flight,
Exclaiming my degree of emotional plight;
A mathematical tragedy.


Shall I Go On?

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Turning slowly
poetic grace
features burning
demonic face
careless brother
lonely world
explosive silence
questions hurled.

Answer slowly
scholarly grace
reason burning
belittled face
remorseful brother
predictable world
unsightly silence
sanity hurled...


Box of Lost Dreams

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I opened up this box today,
A box I keep stashed well away,
Surface worn, cardboard frayed,
My vault for things from bygone days.

I read the cards and little notes,
The long letters and anecdotes,
Remembered the pain, drank in the hope of
My youthful days, now so remote.

Memories, so cruel to me,
Causing me to plainly see
All the things I failed to be,
All those wasted opportunities...

The box I'll put away for now
I've seen enough to crease my brow,
As it is, time is short - and how!
I've got to live for here and now.


Tree of Evil

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Sample the fruits of a vengeful tree
Bitter are the juices
At the core, misery.

Beware the place the seeds are sown
Evil roots spread
You can't control what you've grown!


A Part Of / Apart From

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Even though Iím just the tiniest part
Of humanityís total sum,
I move my feet
To a different beat,
I hear the call of another drum;
A part of / Apart from.

Dreams, they fly by fleetingly
Fading as fast as they come,
But all my hopes
Stay in scope,
Iíve got my share - and then some!
A part of / Apart from.

Everyone has their own song to sing,
Their own melody to strum.
The notes I play,
The things I say
Are my trademark and only emblem.
A part of / Apart from.

The grains of time fall as they will,
Deathís a perpetual pendulum.
As long as Iím alive
I will always strive
To be myself until that fateful day comes...
A part of / Apart from.


For Emmy

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton


You showed me by the things you do
What love is all about,
Without the love I get from you
Iíd be a slave to doubt.

You are the one that I adore,
Your firm yet tender touch.
Everyday I need you more
I Love You Dear, so much.

Gazing into your loving eyes
As you hold me tight,
It really comes as no surprise-
For you Iíd surely fight!

Though we will face many changes
Our love will never alter.
Fate may try to rearrange us
Yet I'm sure weíll never falter.

I hope you feel within your Heart
The way I know I feel,
But one look in your eyes imparts
The feeling is surely real.


Obscured

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Beyond the realm of open truth
Facts become hard to see,
Obscured by clinging clouds of doubt,
Shrouded in mystery.


The Deepest Roots

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

How much is forsaken,
How much is forgotten,
How much is forever_denied?

After years go by
In the blink of an eye
Will you regret all those times you lied?

Chastity, purity
Painted on like an obscenity,
Darkness lurks beneath the portrait's edge.

So carefully controlled, and
Deviously cajoled,
I never realized my disadvantage.

All the things I learned,
All the things you burned,
So carefully into my impressionable mind

Suddenly seem less than real,
And I can't help but feel
My life was left somewhere behind.

Over the years I have built
Inside myself a wall of guilt,
Ignoring things you taught me caused me shame.

Now, I just don't know,
After the truth I've been shown
Maybe I'm just living up to the family name.


This Dream

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

This dream
This dream
This fanciful scheme,
Such aching desire
Such hope supreme,
Cascading about my soul
In an endlessly flowing stream,
This dream
This dream
My silent scream.


Shades of Night

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

The tired sun falls behind,
In itís race across the sky.
Subtle reds, and somber purples,
Dance before your eyes.

Soon, an orb of silvery white
Is born unto the heavens.
Darkness swallows its liquid glow,
Nighttime has descended.

Nocturnal vision glowing amber,
A hunter seeks its prey.
The flap of wings guiding death,
Shows Natureís violent way.

Blackness blankets everything,
The soul of Man included.
One day, night may never leave,
The light of hope extinguished.


More Than You Can Ever Know

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Looking at the stars,
Thinking of you again.
I know I've traveled far but,
I can still remember when
I touched you
I loved you
It seems so long ago,
I need you
I want you
More than you can ever know.

Crying in my sleep,
Dreaming of you again.
The feelings run so deep
I know you're not making pretend.
You touched me
You loved me,
I didn't want to go,
I need you
I love you
More than you can ever know.

Coming towards the door
Soon I'll be with you again.
I will travel no more,
My journey is at its end.
Now I can love you,
I can touch you,
You can see all I've got to show,
I need you
I want you
More than you can ever know.


The Human Condition

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Desire, temptation,
Ennui, frustration,
Questions unanswered,
High expectations.

Self doubt, confusion,
Social exclusion,
Rampant injustice
Uncensored illusion.

Regret, insecurity,
Neglect, infidelity,
Inexcusable greed,
Blind inequality.

Spite, hopelessness,
Tension and stress,
A world on the edge
Of eternal darkness.


Sea of Dreams

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I've a heart full of hope
To sustain my soul, and
A sea full of dreams to navigate.

Imbued with the strength of
Unfaltering conviction
My volatile fears soon evaporate.


a.k.a. Remorse

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

She had Amber/Green eyes,
Her complexion like dew
On the freshest of mornings
When the World was still new.

I felt love in my heart,
Yet a pain in my soul
For our moments together
Would soon be, no more.

The sky was afire
On that last of our days,
As were our passions
Which shamelessly blazed.

Our joy was so innocent
So full of abandon,
The despair Iíd soon feel
Was quite hard to imagine.

Looking back on it now
That Iím a bit more seasoned,
I realize my pain
Had itís own kind of reason.

For the pain of yesterday
Becomes the wisdom of tomorrow,
We canít begin to savor joy
Until weíve fully tasted sorrow.

With each passing day
This sad truth becomes so clear,
Causing me to quietly dread
Seeing her again some year.

For when I look into those Amber/Green eyes,
And behold that complexion like dew,
The pain in my soul I thought I had lost
Will start itís hurting anew.


At The Beach

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

As the warm salt breezes invaded my mind
My worries and cares were left far behind
And it seemed that my soul began to find
The answers it had searched for so long.

I realized that love does not always mean pain,
Life should never be viewed with disdain,
Yes, there is much to lose, but so much more to gain,
Think about it, youíll see Iím not wrong.

Avoid immersion in a dark pool of sorrow
Your life can be happy if you wish it to be so,
We all are the cause of our own sins and woes,
A sad truth that so very few face.

I began to wonder as I basked in the sun
If the work I had started would ever be done
Then the ocean washed the answer away before it had begun,
And suddenly, I remembered why I like this place.


Good Shepherd

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

To be a Good Shepherd, one must be kind,
Keeping alert in body and mind.
Duty he must never shirk
For predators are bound to lurk
In places where heíd least expect,
Pouncing the moment they sense neglect.
Woe betide the guiding one
That watches his flock like he has none!

A Good Shepherd is one who sees truth in a lie,
No ruse or facade escapes his trained eye.
He is ever watchful, constant and true,
A friend to the flock, someone to turn to.
Without thought to himself, he will lead,
Ensuring their safety, tending their needs.
With Love in his heart he must always reside,
A gentle, caring, benevolent guide.


That's My Darling Bride

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Sheís wacky and zany, a real handful
My feelings for her I could never hide,
But sometimes itís the little things she does
That makes me say - Thatís My Darling Bride!

A dirty knife sliced through warm water
Is put in the rack and considered clean,
Iím right behind her shaking my head
Rewashing that filthy, disgusting thing.

In the morn when I go to brush my teeth
The cap is nowhere near the crumpled tube,
Hardened paste must be ejected each day
Is it really so hard to turn the top a few screws.

I could go on with my unflattering list and
Iím sure she could list a few items about me,
The record of reasons I love her is much longer
Destiny intervened - our love was meant to be.

Sometimes I wonder though why I love her but
Without a doubt I most certainly do,
If she were to somehow suddenly change
I donít think the love would be quite as true.


Beyond Debate I

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Beyond debate,
This deliberate conclusion
Riddles me with fear and
Makes me feel like an illusion.

Lost beyond my starting point
Naked eyes see clearly inside
What my Pride has obscured
And chosen to hide_


Beyond Debate II

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Shadowed by ethereal guilt
The lie is hard to penetrate
The consequences far too great
The end result beyond debate.

Tangled in the web my Pride has built
Distrust reciprocates
Self Esteem abates
My Soul succumbs to my Ego's hate.


You Want To Play - You've Got To Pay

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

It hurts sometimes
Paying the price for dreams
Divulging a piece of one's self
To attain desired extremes,
Trying reluctantly to decide
Which part you must painfully cede
Gritting teeth, and fervently praying
The cut is quick and clean.

Though often this is not the case
Wounds are long in healing,
Memories, like fest' ring sores
Keep the mind from feeling
Self Pity, the silent thief
As it continues it's subtle stealing
The past drags on, condemning the future
To be bleak and unappealing.


Master of the Sky

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Master of the Sky
Lightning bolt in hand
Dark, cloudy eye
Surveying foreign lands

He's the Master!

Feel His wrath
Hear Nature's cry
See the fire
Behold - The Master of the Sky!


Could You Do It?

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Imagine knowing you may not survive
That your new buddy from Texas may not be alive
You think of your hometown, your Mom and your Dad
The blue eyes of a girl, all the good times you had.

You land on the beach and the fire is thick
Yet you struggle and strive, hit the deck quick
You never asked to be put here, but you will not fold
For pure Love of Country youíll suffer horrors untold.

Thank God for the People who cared enough to fight
Without them we would all be in a terrible plight
They sacrificed so much so we could be free today
Be thankful for their unselfishness this Memorial Day.


Corrosion

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I feel like a mess of tangled wires
Encased in steel alloy attire
A soul-less hulk attracting rust
I've not been programmed for trust

This technological age which has spawned my kind
Has forgotten that convenience is just a state of mind
The more I try to use my logic the more I seem to find
Even the most efficient methods need to be refined

Trapped inside my metal shell
The world about me is my hell
Corrosion does its job quite well
Attempts at friendship I repel

Plug me in, turn me on
The smile I display won't last too long
Because my default program will allow
Nothing but sadness to crease my brow

This cold empty feeling of negative emotion
Causes me to live in fear and question my devotion
Why my logic can't compute I haven't got a notion
Bitter feedback throbs through me, I await the grand explosion

Shrapnel from my shattered parts
Slowly cuts into my heart
I deny my sickness from the start
Why must my world fall apart?


It Ain't Over Till It's Over

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

There are certain laws
Which govern reality
Though there are limits
To its degree of finality.

Like when you fear
Your effort's been wasted,
Yet find to your surprise
A sweet victory tasted.

On occasion believing
The battle's been won,
Then surrendering to the fact
The campaign's just begun.

So don't be too sure
When you think it's the end,
You must always remember
Anything can happen my friend.


Trial & Error

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Life is a constant trial you see
Filled with frustration, doubt, disharmony
Never a sure thing will there be
Conflicting options appear frequently.

Decisions, decisions, the stuff of nightmares
Unforseen happenings negate things prepared
Failure, a common burden to bear
Reminds us often, to be human is to err.


Don't Hold Back

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Even though
ĎTwas just a year ago,
It seems a lifetime away.

The pain has subsided
A new loveís relighted
The darkness you left in your wake.

I donít know if Iím dreaming
If I should be believing
This good fortune Iíve been bestowed.

Yet, if I hesitate
Her love may abate
And once again Iíll be left all alone.


Young and...Free?

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

See todays audacious youth
So quick to grasp a passing fancy,
Blatantly disregarding
Individuality
As though it were some strange
Unknown quantity
Interfering with what they see
As their own personal
Carefree reality.
Ignorant to the fact
They are just one of many
Engaging in mass conformity -
Thoughts dictated
Tastes denied casually,
Sightless to manipulation
Trapped in a fantasy.


Decrepit Throne

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I tried to imagine the vagrant monarch
That would sit upon such a decrepit throne
Cracked and torn imitation leather
Weather faded wooden bones
Adrift among a sea of windswept weeds
On a street corner, standing all alone
My mindís eye can see him holding court
Benignly ruling a land all his own.


Nature's Way

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Would a bird forsake her wings
Being forced to choose
Between them and the notes she sings
Would flight be what she'd lose
Never again the skies to use
Perhaps she'd remit her song
Just to soar the whole day long.

Such questions come to me with ease
As I take a meandering walk
Through a copse of fresh green trees
Alive with Nature's talk
Here my mind begins to stalk
The scent of reason, the spoor of rhyme
So I wander on, ignoring time.

The sun sneaks down in soft white rays
Dancing like careless sprites
Upon the path I take this day
Reassuringly they invite
So on I forge to see new sights
The day is young, so am I
I've got to live before I die.

I find a stream, cool and clean
Just small enough to cross
Coming from a pool deep and serene
So I kneel upon the moss
To replace fluids lost
Slowly I swallow Nature's gift
The pleasant chill numbs my lips.

A brief rest then I'm off again
There's exploring yet to do
A life worthy of any person
But alas, those days are through
Civilization has clouded our view
Of the wonderful things on this earth
Like the beauty of Nature's constant rebirth.

I hope it's not too much to ask
Of those of you who read these words
Please take a moment from your daily tasks
To be lulled by the song of a singing bird
Or perhaps watch one fly onward
Because our choice will soon come clear
Nature, or lack of an atmosphere.


Crime of Passion

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

It was an unforgettable weekend
Frozen forever in time;
The laughter we shared,
The way we cared,
It seemed almost a crime
To say goodbye.

I see her face before me now,
I bask in the warmth of her smile;
She captured my heart,
My will fell apart,
I laughed it off, all the while.
Now, I want to cry.

Her memory is now a part of me,
So too, is the pain;
But I must not look back,
For I can not lose track
Of the future and all it contains-
Why did it have to be Love, why?


Daydreamin'

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I like to see a sunny day
The blue so clear and fine
It makes me welcome everything
It makes me feel all right
Expectations soar to dizzying heights
Leave the Human Race behind
Expose my Soul to unseen sights
Purify my questioning mind
Wisdom gained is knowledge learned
Apply it carefully
NaÔve trust could get me burned
Judgment is the key
Fanciful torrents cascade upon my door
The lock is weakening
If it opens I'll be gone for evermore
Lost in all my dreams.


The Soul of a Man

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

The Soul of a Man is a delicate thing
Fraught with imperfections galore,
Hopefully opposite flaws cancel out
Leaving virtue a bit in the more.

Much has been said of this most holy vessel
Which houses our Love and our Faith,
Yet, no one has ever proved it exists
It seems little more than a wraith.

But each of us knows, somewhere deep inside
Thereís a fire burning savagely bright,
That tells us to go when it seems like the end
That wonít let us give up the fight.

The Soul of a Man, what a wondrous thing,
So complex and sublime,
May the Love of God bless each one
From now, till the end of time.


Social Climate

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Reaching out to grasp myself
There is nothing to hold
Feeble fingers can't perform the task
They're crippled by the cold.

The frigid social climate
Causes my disdain
Feeds my heartfelt pain
Deletes my every gain
Left unsheltered in this raging storm
My hopes seem in vain.


Come In From The Cold

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Pliable reactions raise your defense
Beware the undecided,
They cause the outcome to be delayed
Tempers become violent.
Outrageous attempts at tactful control
Result in crude comebacks,
The only escape is to put on a show
And hope for outside contacts.


What We Make It

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Jealousies, hypocrisies,
Subtle incongruities
Make you see the cold face
Of this worldís reality,
In all of itís ferocity.
A sad, and desolate place,
That reeks of dark curiosities,
And borderline insanity.

Liberals, radicals,
Some, a bit fanatical,
Endeavor to advance their cause
Regardless of eventual
Damage causing rituals
Like war which has itís own laws,
Denying right to trial
For all things cruel and vile.


Caste

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Pawns of those
Who make the rules
Used like soul-less
Man made tools
Subjugated by
Philosophical fools
Weighted down and cast
Into bottomless pools.

Forced to bleed
By those who prey
Expected to sweat
To earn our pay
Carefully corralled
From an alternative way
Awaiting the release
Of our judgment day.


Get Over It

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I really have become a big whiner
But recently I decided Iím going to stop
Complaining about being stuck on the bottom
Bitching about those I feel are on top
For I must remember each day is numbered and
Everyoneís digit eventually comes due
I have to work harder if I wish to succeed
And learn to quit constantly saying boo-hoo!


That's The Spirit!

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

You need adversity to lend your spirit strength
Creativity to set it free,
Love to help it appreciate conviction and
Peace to ensure true harmony.


What Do You See?

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

The future is never truly definable
Too many options are equally viable
Scenes predicted may indeed come true
On another plane, for some other you
Don't fall prey to the wiles of the chosen
Depending on them, your future is frozen
You must take what actions are necessary
To fulfill your dreams and be happy.
Being told your problems will soon be clear
Doesn't mean they will just disappear
If you've been told what ill may befall you
Take precautions, don't let heartache call you.
Stars and planets in their cosmic dance
Permit the gifted one fleeting glance
Should you believe your seer sees true?
The ultimate answer lies within you.


The Scars of My Burns

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Conscious effort
Controls subconscious desire
I'm sinking and drowning in a rancid mire

Swirling and flowing
Mass without end
Lost without hope of recovering my friends.

I spent my remorse
To the extent of its force
Examining things I have learned

My Heart needs to cry
But my Pride won't comply
I scoff at the scars of my burns.


Thrust & Dumped

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Thrust among the surging masses
Beset upon by steel and glass
Taught enough to just get by
Never how to truly try.

How can a soul in search of meaning
Learn from misbegotten gleanings
Vomiting forth from glowing screens
Where shadows play out ethereal scenes.

Education/Frustration are they the same?
Often, they only differ in name
Finding an answer is seldom the end
New questions are asked again and again.

Questing for truth, sincerity
Feeling denied quite frequently
Society, with itís materialistic cabal
Holds our once proud nation enthralled.

Compassion, a commodity thatís rare
Why does it seem costly to care?
We must learn, we must change and grow
The richest rewards are free you know.

Dumped into the sodden ground,
Devoid of sight, touch, and sound
Adrift upon some astral plane...
Perhaps to walk the earth again?


Midnight Promises

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Secret vows of untold worth
Betrayed our hidden love,
Our spirits meshed becoming one
As the stars kept watch above.


Freedom Dream

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Men of truth and sagacity
Fought and died for our liberty
The yoke of authority chafed their defiant wills

They put forth a proclamation
A bold, rebellious declaration
That all people are indeed created equal

A long and bitter conflict
Was fought to defend this edict
The outcome would affect the entire world

Today we take for granted
All the freedom weíve been handed
Forgetting the tribulations they grimly endured

So remember this Fourth of July
When the fireworks paint the sky
To give thanks for all the independence we enjoy

Salute those rebels of yesteryear
That spoke their minds without fear
And took a gamble on their desperate ploy


Don't Take Long

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Shoot the sun, catch the stars
Ride an endless breeze
Life is free, live it up
Do exactly as you please
Using rules made by fools
Takes no common sense
Who cares if people laugh at you?
Don't raise your defense
Because you know, deep inside
What is right or wrong
Make your move, make it fast
Life is short so don't take long!


One

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

We love each other with gentle strength
Persistent in its care
The soft caress of knowing fingers
Abolishes my despair
An open world with free expression
Feel my inner thoughts
Our spirits merge and become as one
Without you I'm distraught.


You're Golden My Boy

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Open up your eyes
You've got to realize
Visions of hope don't like to dance or sing
They linger in the air
Wander without care
Waiting for their chance to quietly spring.

Lurking in the shadows
Of towering egos
The spectral shape of uncertainty rears its head
Humility is gone from sight
Lost without a fight
Its absence fills your fragile mind with dread.


Son of the Sea

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

He was born in the hold of an ancient sea vessel
In the heart of a raging typhoon,
His first taste of life was the salt of the sea
As he traveled forth from the womb.

By the very first day of his twenty first year
There wasn't a port he hadn't seen,
The speculation began about this seafaring lad
People whispered "He's the Son of the Sea."

When he gained his first ship, he was just twenty-five
His reputation though was strong.
He conversed with the currents and reminisced with the tides
Never did the helm steer wrong.

From the cold, dark Atlantic to the stormy Pacific
To the warm Mediterranean Sea,
His life passed by from the deck of his only mistress,
A landlubber he'd never be!

On the very first day of his seventy fifth year
Brewed a storm as dark as could be.
He sailed off alone, and dissolved into the gale
The last voyage for the Son of The Sea.


Once Upon A Time

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Velvety touch of pure sunshine
Keep me warm and soothe my mind
Your life explodes and gives me life
Bisecting my heart like a surgeons knife
Endless motion without control
Sucking me in, draining my Soul
The conquering nation of insanity rules
None of them listen, they're beggars and fools
The deep dark secrets of my carnival dreams
Cosmic intentions move into extremes
Water slithers through a crack in the wall
Life passes by as I swim through it all
Twirling, swirling, I'm evil inside
Everyone's watching, I know I can't hide
Mortality alters, life expands
My mind resides in fantasy lands
Unrealities enter, unknown things take shape
I spent my life eating the sour grape
Horizons appear and mysteries beckon
A rose bleeding softly passes on_
It's a storybook kingdom all over the world
Plots keep unfolding with each page that's turned
There are Princes and Dragons in a constant duel
Then there are Wizards who're nobodies' fools.


Love & Guilt

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Learn? Oh yes, I've learned
That love is oft' a lie,
Deceiving one into blaming one's self
When their lover's life goes awry.

Hearken now unto my words
All lovers near and far,
When guilt is unerringly aimed your way
Follow your head, not your heart.

For you know how much harm and
How much good you've sown,
Don't shy away from the painful truth
If it favors your being alone.

Learn? I think I have,
I know that love is real,
Sometimes I just get a little confused
Sorting out the way I feel.


Life of the Party

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

You see him smile, a fierce canine flash;
A twinkle in his eye, a quick wink of his lash.

With practiced ease and charming grace,
A smile that leaves is quickly replaced.

His predatorís stance and hungry glare
Make you feel your only chance is to retreat unaware.

But he circles in closer like a hunter towards prey,
You find you canít move over, you can not get away.

His intentions are plain, his methods so sure;
He is callous and vain, an impeccable boor.

Youíre about to give in when at last you are saved,
He has sought a fresher victim to begin a new tirade.


The Scenic View

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Have you looked out the window lately?
Tell me, what did you see...
Was the world in despair
Was there no one to care
Did you come away feeling a little lonely?

Staring through the dirty pane,
Did chills assail your soul?
Were you feeling fear
Did doubts appear
Could it be weíve lost control?

Take a breath, look again,
Give the images time to clear.
Itís not always wise
To trust your eyes
When good judgment is subdued by fear.

Have you looked out the window lately?
If not, give it a try.
You canít be sure what to do
Without an over-all view,
Take the time to really explore life!


Twin Tragedy

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I wandered in a daze after absorbing the horrific news
Even the sounds of daily traffic were somehow strangely subdued
Walking home from my job I pondered the implications
Of avowing blind allegiance to any type of nation
I turned on the TV, watched it all, then I quietly cried
For what possible reason should so many innocents die
The magnitude of this atrocity is truly beyond belief
My feeble words cannot begin to express my heartfelt grief
Hear my prayer Oh Lord on high avenge these heinous deeds
People who would commit such acts are people we donít need
You created such a beautiful world that everyone must share
Why canít we just live and let live, Dear God are you there?


Modern Times

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Antique streets,
Neon signs,
Garishly meet,
Violently collide.

Progress unfolds,
Entropy builds,
Greed controls,
Spitefulness kills.

Paranoia looms,
Trust decreases,
Inaction dooms,
Civilization ceases.


Time To Operate

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

How can anyone have such lack of regard
For the precious gift of human life
Would these assassins have tried so hard
If the target had been their child or wife?

Trained like dogs from the time of their birth
To extinguish existence with practiced ease
Their ultimate goal is to ravage the earth
Bringing "non-believers" to groveling knees

A cry of outrage must be fervently voiced
A constant vigil must be forever maintained
When bloody murder is openly rejoiced
Righteous indignation cannot be contained

This evil cancer must be surgically removed
Such malignancy will eventually devastate
If left untouched it will most certainly prove
That goodness can indeed succumb to blind hate


A Prayer For Those Lost

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

The dust is settling
The debris is clearing
A tragedy unfolds

I beg The Lord
To share His plan
What will the future hold?

Beyond the grasp
Of my mortal mind
His scheme is hard to see

All I can do
Is offer my love
To everyone in need

So many faces
Too many hearts
Pleading for some sign

That which we feel
Should be so
Is seldom His design

Grasp your loved ones
Hold them tight
Be thankful for their touch

Your whole life can
Change in a blink
And youíll regret so much

I truly wish
With all my heart
I could take the pain away

God bless the souls
Of all those lost
In heaven may they stay.


Searching

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Searching for something I canít seem to find,
The prospect of tears flows through my mind,
Thoughts of conformity stay left behind;
I know Iíve got to be me.

Searching for someone with whom I can share,
The prospect of judgment seems unfair,
Thoughts of myself may need repair;
I long for my identity.

Searching for answers to questions obscure,
The prospect of change makes me unsure,
Thoughts of deceit leave me impure;
I demand my share of liberty.


Undertow

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Beware the dark lurking force,
That snatches in an instant
Of boiling, turbulent tenacity,
The firm ground of your existence.

Sucked under by the societal tide,
Such vastness fills your soul with dread;
Violent anger surges and swells,
While compassion seems to ebb.

Cast off your fears like jetsam,
Throw that dead weight overboard,
Take a deep breath, give a good kick
And head on in to shore.


World of Hope

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

When I was young I felt the urge
To travel abroad and see the world,
My mind and spirit were completely free,
Blind to the prejudice of society.
I was sure all people are treated the same,
I felt no reservation towards a certain name,
Color, belief, were all meaningless
They had no bearing on my happiness.

Maturity though slowly changed my view,
As I saw the pointless suffering people go through;
Their cries for help seem to be in vain,
Because people only care when they feel the pain.
While my eyes were opened to this unjust scene,
My soul regressed, feeling unclean.
Seeking shelter behind my mounting regrets,
I could not accept it, so I tried to forget.

Sitting here with pen in hand,
I no longer hunger to see this land.
Iíve had my share of cold, hard stares,
People who seldom, if ever, care.
Anger at being neglected since birth,
The absence of joy, love, and self worth.
How can the love of one make any difference,
With so many hungry hearts in need of sustenance?

If only the goodness inherent would shine,
We could all learn to cleanse the fear from our minds.
New outlooks would emerge promoting each other,
Fresh meaning could be found in the simple word "brother".
Future visions would no longer seem so grim,
As the light of Hope, a beacon never dim,
Lovingly embraces us in itís nurturing glow,
An epoch of harmonious peace to bestow.


The Verdict: Act I - Captured

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Probe the inner mystery,
The clues will surely follow,
A complex plot entangles everything.

Conniving crimes have been done too well,
Suspects are unseen
What was done to cause this tragedy?

An act of vengeance,
Cool and precise,
Planned in every possible way.

Unsuspecting victims downed,
Mercy disappears,
Gone, without the slightest trace.

Now the hunt is really on,
The nets are flaring out,
Unfortunately, Iíve been ensnared.

I exclaim my rights,
Which are thoroughly scorned,
As convictions are quickly prepared.


The Verdict: Act II - Confined

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Slowly sinking deeper,
Escape can never be.
Why was I chosen...
Is it somehow my destiny?

Accusation still rings in my ears,
Supporting all my fears,
Guilt was offered until I could take no more.
Itís a sad day for Justice,
When the crime has been repeated,
I tremble as they close and lock the door.


The Verdict: Act III - Desperation

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Awaiting the verdict,
My future seems lame,
Furthest from perfect,
Iím lost in my shame.

Authority controls,
Selfishness rebels,
Problems unfold,
Insecurity swells.

For myself, I cry,
And well I should.
To turn back time,
If only I could...


The Verdict: Act IV - Sentenced

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

The Sky revolves around the Sea,
The Mountains dwarf the Sun.
No one hears my crying plea,
The Trial has just begun.
There is no hope, my life is lost,
An Evil feelingís on the rise,
When I was happy I forgot the cost,
Now I see through all the Lies.
Caustic quotations burn my mind,
Blame is thrown about,
Iím fighting hard but still behind;
The Jury shows little doubt.
I beg for mercy - to no avail,
They smile sadistic grins.
My body feels so limp and frail,
At the slightest move I cringe.
A stench of Death invades the room,
Fantasies soothe my Soul,
When they carry me to my Doom,
My mind loses all control.
They strap me in, Iím grinning now,
The switch goes down, the lights blink out...

My Soul finds true Peace.


The Pane of Separation

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Gazing through the window
Feeling quite alone
I have no place to wander
There is nowhere to roam

So I just let my mind go
Until it's completely free
Making believe I'm at a place
I would much rather be

Suddenly I'm beside you
On a warm summers night
We're all alone together
Holding each other tight

You look at me with love in your eyes
And that's all I can see
Nothing else really matters
You mean the world to me

But then you're gone and I'm alone
In front of my window once more
If only my dream could be reality
I'd be happy for evermore


Slacker's Lament

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

A bright eyed youth of unlimited potential
Cursed with a total lack of ambition
Yields a thirty-something year old individual
Striving for one last chance at redemption


The Darkness

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I loved her more than she could know,
With care beyond concern.
I needed her as lifeís sweet breath,
Might cause my soul to yearn.

Without her near, my shadow played
Alone on empty ground.
Without her heart the darkness came and
To this day, abounds.


GO!

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Tension building deep inside
The time has come for you.
Get ready for your great adventure
It's happening, it's true.
You never thought the day would pass
When you'd be called upon,
Now the dream is yours to hold
Better grab before it's gone!


Truth Chain

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Truth is a soothsayer everyone seeks
The search is long and hard;
You must battle the demons of peoples deceit,
Conquering pretenses well worn.

Love is security, a secret well kept,
The truth can help you learn.
Handling commitments makes feelings adept,
Fires of passion can burn.

Wisdom is something controlled by all,
Love can help it grow.
Lack of knowledge is oneís own fault
We experience what we know.

Judgmentís a priviledge earned over time
Wisdom is the fray.
Unfair opinions are surely a crime,
They cloud a better way.


No One To Blame But Yourself

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Deviously cunning
You plot and prevaricate.
Circumstances threatening
You hastily abate.
With cool, measured words you try
To circumvent your fate,
A shame you couldnít face the truth
Until it was much too late.

With ungracious thoughts you slowly kneel
Pleading to be told why,
But the answer is within yourself
Hidden well by your Egoís lie.
The hardest thing for a mortal to do
Is admit they didnít try,
And the tears you waste upon yourself
Are ones you never should have had to cry.


You Got Me...

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Should I be happy
With the love Iíve found,
Sporadic as it is?
Might I strive
For something deeper,
Should I seek a warmer kiss?

Would I find
To my dismay
That yours is all I need?
Would I cry
Because good judgment
Gave way to blind greed?

Would I find
Someone who loves me
More than you seem to?
Would I find someone
Who takes away
The doubt I feel with you?

Maybe itís just my commitment
Not your love
That needs confirming?
If only love
Was less confusing,
Iíd need no reaffirming.


Forsaken

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Dealing with unpleasant memories
Is sometimes better to evade,
Till timeís been allowed to blunt the edge
Of betrayalís cold, keen blade.

Prior to fencing your inner demons
Permit emotion to temper,
A blade forged of strong commitments
Will surely be your savior.

Remember, your worst possible course
Is to seek some recompense,
Striving to replace the love youíve lost
Without using common sense.

You must have time to know yourself,
To follow your own dreams;
Love for another is incomplete
When life has no scheme.

So, cope with everything you must
In whatever way you can,
But know you canít command your future
Without some kind of plan.


Death of Me

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

No one to turn to,
No one to care,
Everyoneís caught in their own affairs...

I drift alone in a sea of humanity.

No one will listen,
No one takes time,
They ignore me as though Iíve committed a crime...

I plead for release from this cruelty.

If I donít find a way out,
I have no doubt...

It will be the death of me.


Dealing With It

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

As in times past when uncertaintyís reigned
A motionless feeling sets into my brain.
Quickly it hardens, a persistent affliction,
Sapping the strength of desires and convictions.

Darkness and dissent hold sway for some time,
Encroaching, entwining, dominating my mind.
Deep thought is essential to deter this oppression,
Without stimulation, I flirt with submission.

Through vigorous activity, and fresh sensations
I begin my ascent from the depths of desolation.
Eventually freedom shines down like the sun,
And it seems that my problem is finally done.


Something For Everything

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

For every question
There is a question,
Following in stride.

For every true answer
A shrewd deception
Waits to be applied.

For every silent hope
A subtle disappointment
Makes its presence known.

For each joyous laugh,
A gentle tear drop
Painfully is shown.


Endless Sea

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

If I tried to count the tears
Iíve cried since you left me,
The numbers, like the tears,
Would form an endless sea.

Waves of pain, and tides of fear
Would play upon the shore,
As memories of empty lies
Drown me with remorse.


Get A Grip

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Seeking the source of unhappiness,
Contemplating avenues of egress.
Loath to truly look inside
And face the demons harbored by pride.

Selfishness, like the darkest of nights
Blankets my soul, subduing its light.
Outlooks are slowly comandeered
By anger, with its contemptuous sneer.

I must battle forth and unveil my soul,
Cage this tendency to lose control;
My will must be strong, my conviction true,
Just like my love is for you.


Floating Endlessly On A Cloud

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Floating endlessly on a cloud
Winds blow through my hair
The sun and moon are mine to hide
I drift without a care

Soaring upward without despair
I try to grab a star
It's beauty lies beyond my reach
So I enjoy it from afar

Drifting onward through the dark
I wait for the morning sun
Its brightness warms my very soul
And makes my problems run

Flying free is so much fun
I sing my song out loud
The skies are mine to navigate
It's reason to be proud

Floating endlessly on a cloud


A Young Fellow With Hair Colored Yellow

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

The sun was a fiery hot ball in the sky
When I looked, it hurt my eyes
But it still felt good deep down inside.

As I looked I heard a song on the radio
By a young fellow with hair colored yellow
A man who knew how to put on a show!

Gazing up, the sun on my face
I saw a plane leaving for some distant place
It reminded me how he had run his last race.

That day, it was sad indeed
Our World left just a bit more in need
The day the Freebird was finally freed.

Dedicated to Ronnie VanZant who tragically
left this world 10/20/77



Without Thought

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Without Love,
Would the world be a colorless place?
Would the pain in my eyes
Reflect the frown on my face?

Without Truth,
Would Love stand a chance?
Could two hearts merge
With just a word or a glance?

Without Wisdom,
Should the Truth be displayed?
Should the freedom of learning
Be ensnared by proud haste?

Without Thought,
Flesh forms machine
Life is a lie
Ignorance supreme.


Dreams of Death

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Sell your soul for a substantial sum,
More than youíll ever know.
Chained and locked behind the surface of
Evilís tarnished door - it shines no more.

The burning blackness envelops you
With rapture and finesse,
Your mind has a try at lashing back,
With little or no success.

Hope you soon repress,
And love you canít express,
As the sentence you are serving
Fills your heart with dreams of death.


Lover's Epitaph

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I feel like I just died inside...
All feeling washed away
By a remorseful tide;
My identity adrift
On the bottomless ocean of pride.
I feel like I just died...inside.


Homeless & Hopeless

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Bureaucratic banality
And reams of red tape
Have left us with very few
Chances to shape
A future that mirrors
The freedom dream;
Instead itís more tape,
Care for another ream?

Astronomical expenses,
Growing taxes and debts
Leave many people wanting
Things everyone should get.
Yet the wealthy in their towers
Take all they can,
Flaunting their good fortune
Before the common man.

Some form of protest
Must be in the making,
For everyone cannot have a share
If the privileged keep taking.
A line must be drawn,
Thereís got to be a better way.
Remember, the rebellion of tomorrow
Starts with inequality today.


Lasting Impression

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

The need to create
The need to abate
This fear that life means nothing more
Than numbers on some slate
Continuously tallying, yet never adding up
A most distressing fate.

To leave a mark
I must embark
Upon a course of determination.
Forging through the dark,
Lighting the way with truth and sagacity
My convictions must be stark.

I try to envision
My future condition
Can I share what I've learned
With a new generation?
Will my words hold any meaning for them,
A bold and jaded nation?


Threads

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

If I could just retrace the threads of fate
Already woven into place
Behind me wiping clean the slate
A new future left to face

Ah, the changes I would implement
The opportunities I could reap
Things I did previously circumvent
Promises I failed to keep

Of all these things I'd take advantage
No chance would I waste
Breaking free of my own self bondage
Blindly caused by haste

I know this dream is quite foolhardy
But, Man shall always dream...
I must accept myself, no matter how faulty
And seek new chances to redeem


Someone Else

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Today on the street
My heart skipped a beat
I saw someone I thought I knew
A flip of her hair
The way she smiled
I would have sworn it was you

But when I walked over and said, "What's new?"
She looked at me and said, "Who are you?"
Then I turned slowly away saying,
"Sorry, but I thought you were someone else."

It took me back
A lot of years
To the times you and I shared
I wasn't sure
If it was love
But I knew how much I cared

I thought you might be the one for me
You showed me how good life could be
Then you slowly drifted away
You acted like someone else

Time can be a lonely thing
When there's no one to spend it with
And time alone is all I had
When you decided to pretend

I remember that day
In the month of May
When you told me we were through
You said it was nothing
That I had done
The fault was all with you

I tried to understand this change
It seemed so hard to explain
But as you turned to go you told me
You had found... someone else


Don't Fool Yourself

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Youíve got this game going,
Emotionally showing
Only what you want me to see.
But donít think youíre wise
Trying to cover my eyes
There are other ways to sense your trickery.

Youíve concocted this scheme
Most dramatic in theme,
To see just how far you will get.
Well, I think you should know,
The distance youíll go
Is nowhere near what you might expect.

So when you turn to me
Dark, cold, and gloomy,
Hoping Iíll cringe at the sight,
Donít feel shame if caught off guard
By my sincerest disregard,
After all, who doesnít like to be right?


Blue Depths

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Oh wicked northern wind, of cold determined might,
Take your wrath elsewhere on this night
Iíve conquered my fright...

It once held me captive
No mercy shown,
My future was unknown;
I cowered in the shadows of deceit.

Such a holy torture,
Lost without myself;
I searched beneath blue depths
And found regrets.

Future days shone brighter as they exorcised my mind,
Painful memories were gladly left behind,
It seems unkind...

To lose a part of your soul.


Ballad of an American Dreamer

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Weíre all strangers living on the same street
Nomads without a real home
And we always turn our heads so we do not meet
The eyes of someone we donít want to know
See this once proud nation
Shoving itís own out into the cold
Itís a sad, sad situation
When it becomes a crime to grow old

I thought about this problem just today
As I walked down to the corner store
I know there has got to be a better way
A way to help the homeless and the poor
Itís not up to the people in Washington
Nor the actors up on the big screen
Weíve all got to fight until the battleís won
That means everybody, even you and me

Mother Earth has more than enough
To supply everyone with all their needs
Why do so many have it so tough
While the rich get richer off their greed
Forgive me if I seem just a bit naÔve
But Love is something that is surely free
The Golden Rule is a creed that I truly believe
Give it a try and you will surely see


These Dreams

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I see you standing, as you first did,
With loving, open arms;
I know Iím in the land of dreams
Yet the pain is most real,
As it squeezes my heart with renewed zeal,
For once again your alabaster skin
Stands before me, quivering at my touch,
Commanding me to feel...needed.

Then suddenly, a change of scene;
I sense it in your eyes, They no longer
Show your love, just a cold disguise.
Assumed with practiced ease, itís smooth;
Quite hard to recognize, but then,
Iíve seen all this before in the night time of my mind,
And each time tears awaken me,
Stinging my flesh with their bitter brine.


Everything Is One

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Everything is one,
One is the same-
Everything is different
One hasnít changed.

One is the essence,
Everythingís a part-
One must have everything
Or one comes apart.


Never Again

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Accomplishments to celebrate
The spirits flow until itís late
Success can be quite intoxicating

It feels so good to truly live
To dance and sing, be amative
Sometimes decorum can be worth vacating

The next day as I lie in bed
Hands upon my pounding head
A victim of my hedonistic crime

Sardonically I groan and think
Never again will I drink
Never again (well at least until next time)


Decisions, Decisions

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I wonít be happy until Iíve tried it
Though Iíll be miserable when itís done,
I donít know if life is supposed to be pleasant
Right now itís not too much fun.

Free will is God's greatest gift
And perhaps our most potent curse,
Between the two extremes lies an eternal rift
Which bards explore through verse.

Using flamboyant words of noble intent
Their opinions they have tried to impart,
Probing things Society resents,
Striving to comprehend the heart.

Their words though just become water Ďneath
The bridge that spans the ages,
Insightís the true legacy bequeathed
By these literary sages.

So now as I consider my dilemma
Weighing alternatives carefully,
Past words of wisdom become anathema,
Options confuse increasingly.

Finally I decide upon my course
The merit of which I inwardly question;
It could end in victory, or cause great remorse-
Either way itís a valuable lesson.

Life it seems shall be forever filled
With confounding decisions to make,
Some quite benign, some bearing ill,
Advice there will always be around to take.

You must be sure in your own heart
When a choice is yours to muddle.
Obtaining views is a good way to start,
Blindly following though, invites trouble.