Biography of william upton
Entrepreneur, business broker, lecturer in Pittsburgh area.
william upton Poems
Who are we? Really. Life factors change the contours of our journey Like GPS systems gone awry.
There is separation among us as groups and as individuals. In first grade we say goodbye to first friends until next year, Only to discover they were taken away to new classrooms in second grade. And so we begin to find new friends, thinking the old ones
A man's soul should not be decided on his deathbed When a life-locked near-cadaver lies in despair Except for an utterance of the inevitable final cry For a life's worth of forgiveness.
In order to process pain We need to shift the burden of translation From the heart to the brain. We need to unplug emotional life support
Riding to the edge of town For one last look, One last showdown Into the darkened sky of memory.
A New York Minute
Lost Smack in the middle of Manhattan Between hotel and cab, Waiting for the final curtain to fall,
The Careful Mother
It seemed like yesterday A 4 year old boy went to his first movie, Walked to it, actually, Hand in hand with a woman who knew the directions,
Reality eventually takes a front seat Even though lifetime denials Attempt to 'spin' its actual existence. Men hide and delay and deny what their spirits know
Something incurable is different Than something that has no cure. Incurable is final, Not having a cure is a temporary stop.
Double Crossing Guard
Reality patrols the border of aging As it always does, Not allowing the frivolous pipedreams of youth To muddy the water of mid-life,
There is something in the loss of a parent That cuts into the soul. It is the emotional, surgical detachment of the heartstring That has defined life as we know it.
Mutiny On The Mount
I can't find chapter and verse in the Bible To identify what denomination of religion Jesus was. It probably can't be found because He wasn't part of either. He WAS the denomination, and He WAS the religion,
Someone said you were looking for me. They said they had seen you at my house. They said you had a perplexed look on your face As though you were trying to figure out
The Actual Arena
Half of life is disrupted by political conversations. Wasted good intent on saving the world Gets swallowed by gradual erosion of moral fiber. Money and lobbyists make the rules-check with them.
Return To Forever
I have discovered first hand
That a heart full of love
Can walk through the valley
Of the shadow
And not be defeated
And not be fearful
And not be lonely.
Instead, it has learned to subconsciously cling to itself
Even with eyes half closed and nightmares of evil all around,