Standing here on the roadside, and catching myself daydreaming about the way things sometimes are, and see the ones all love are the ones that are hurt the most when they should be the ones who shouldn’t be hurt at all. And it seems in most cases they seem to take pride in covering up the truth with lies, with their corrupt ways making them blind. As if they had drunk deep from the waters of those rivers of blindness near...
Remembering when the days were long, and the roads stretched to the horizon under those deep blue skies. And now those skies are grey and threatening with the season beginning to change as the clouds roll by. Everything has either changed or in the process of change and at times feeling like a prisoner who’s trying to break free. Never really at times seeing the writing on the wall and still the game continues to be playe...
O' fair maidenWith the beautiful hairHow you elude meAnd haunt my dreamsO' fair maidenWith the immaculate natureHow your wit enchants meAnd your song beguilesO' fair maidenWith the heart, I would stealHow I hope to possess youAnd lay claim at your doorO' fair maidenWith the sweetness of honeyHow I wish to have youAnd show you mans' passionsO' fair maidenWith the gift I desireHow I would move Heaven and Earth for youAnd be...
At this point in my life it seems as though I have done so many things wrong, and I wonder if I can ever possibly put any of those things right. And I have seen the ones circling in the desert as I have passed by, and smelled the smoke of the burning pages of all the lists of crimes and accusations. Some of those being the crimes and misdemeanors I was tried and convicted of which like a lot of things they have never both...
Sitting here as I make a crossing by ferry across Lake Michigan and feeling the old Navy terminology coming back in my mind as well as the remembered sea legs like when I was on two of the three ships I was on. And feeling my mind slip back trying to avoid those flashbacks that I know are lying in wait, and as I pass through the smoky fires of memory and glance at myself in that smoking mirror I can feel my mind slipping...
Out here on a long and lonely highway as I make my way down the line, and I know there will soon be times when my thoughts will soon be wandering like they always do. And there are the times when I can feel their eyes upon me from those I pass on by, and it shouldn’t bother me but there are times when I find myself counting as I pray to keep from exploding outward in a pattern. With there being times when their voices can...
There are moments to live, and to die along with there being people being both good, and evil which go hand in hand with the moment to stand and fight. For all from the; soldier, civilian, martyr, and victim. Not to mention all the others like the; prophet, pariah, liar, sinner, saint, fool, and sages. It becomes a moment of truth and a baptism in fire in most cases down to the last one standing on either the right or the...
Has she been on the staircase to nowhere In search of the one she lost. Has he offered to shoulder her burdens No matter what it might cost. Could the feelings return with his presence Reaching out to her once more. Could she spin from the past to the present Dancing close upon his shore. Will she ask for her wants and accept them No longer merely abide. Will he gather her deep in his bosom Vowing to stay by her si...
It is the sort of a day that doesn’t seem to give a damn, and usually gives up on itself in disgust, with Summer being over and the skies being low and drained of colour. Seeing the dead or dying leaves hanging like crepe paper over these dirt roads I am walking down, I know these are like the times when the demons come forth and try to lay me low, but in spite of their actions and those who sit and try to judge all I am...
Walking in the moonlight and riding on feeling the rhythm of the Earth beneath my feet, and finding myself occasionally thinking of my past life, and learning how to live with memories. And sometimes wondering what others know about hope or sacrifice as soon as the lights go out, or standing up when they get called out? Yet, still they think they are the ones who were born to rise, and it should be written off as criminal...
Standing here in the far North and occasionally feeling a hot wind blowing on my shoulder which reminds me I am from a land and a world that’s a lot older than the one here. The breeze feels as if it is from South of the border and feels like I am on a wavelength far from home, where warm winds blow with heat and hard blue skies. Where the roads seem to go forever to the far horizon, far from here and wondering if I have...
I never know how to say My mind has gone awayTurning black from grayI hate being this wayWhispered confusionMixed within delusionAnd fearful destitutionSeeking restitutionGasping for airUnder total despairAttempting to shareBut the words are not thereFleeting thoughtsOf how we are taughtTo take another shotWhether you make it or notGive it your bestBe normal, like the restWeighing on my chestHeavily suppressedThese chains...
I dance with the skeletons in my closetI locked all my emotions in a locket Some of my dreams, I buried in a casket Life it seems is a nightmare need an ice bucket Girl in her teens can’t understand her body Never known true friends, familiar with hashtags and emojis I send blank cheques to my memory bank, hoping to forget I cry on wet blankets, with my only companion, regret Writer's block, on a word diet Bad day to be a...
THE LAST SUPPER She staring at me tryna figure out my net worthFlirting with death in her night dressFinna gets loose, at my placeShe sucks the breath outta stressGonna go Christian Grey at my place50 shades of grey, on her faceI try to work out her broken esteem and broken virginityHer makeup goes with the stories she makes up, rotten dignityI should make up my mind, quit stalling Live to conquer tonight or regret it in...
My image of her is thereTwirling on the edge of a dream Whirling about in a mist of urgent devotion We've crushed from a distanceBoth of us sought truth to that visionLost in a world existing out of our time Where arms encircled each otherTrippingly moving our feet in rhythmTo the music that plays only for the two of usNimble fingers pluck the guitarUrging our fervent dedication to blossomBursting forth like cascades of f...
