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Silent Song
Let me in from the snow and storm I've traveled from the east to bring a message from the Lyons den with directions from the King. bring a feast of pig and wine we will stand outside and wait for the vision of the holy one to enjoy this drink and meal. play a song of silence in a crowded room and dance around the fire…
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{the silent road saga}~~{paRt III33thre3}
The road is cold tonight. The bards and traveling band invite me in. Into the smoke. Into whiskey soaked sins. but I've got work to do. My thoughts swimming and peyote running through my brain. Back in my tent the paint is gone. And my canvas is empty. So I prick my skin Let my disease create a masterpiece on the cloth…
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{the silent road saga}~~{part IV}
Shaken from sleep. The fever in me escaping. Crossing the first of 13 bridge. Spiraling upward. A mountain of dreams. What waits for us on the otherside? Some of them jump from the edges. Afraid of the deteriorating conditions of the bridges. Straight down. Into the cobalt pool below. But I trust what my road has given me.…
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Five High
in a dream I reached out but I woke before my hand found its mark this life, a dream within a nightmare, within a dream one chance denied to let another thrive silent transition from one life to the next I've loved you in this life I'll love you in the next I'll love you all my lives the moon hangs low in this evenings sky…
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Away
Away Goin away stayin low off shadows consume so to me I’ll vanish from my own just to be elsewhere Absent my name has relocated itself in the unreachable distance Breathing nothing reminds me of before why I didn’t understand nothing stood in good Younger years time took my time all addictions unkind or ignorance chased…
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{the silent road saga}~~{part II}
The silent road can lead to many places But never to where you desire most. On the fifth day, We passed through a glorious mirage. Too much beauty for our eyes. Those that gazed too long wandered off into oblivion. I myself gazed into paradise for too long, But found myself more inspired than lost. The silent road never…
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it goes - like this
I see time and I can make it still it’s alright seeing them together like this so I can feel …them apart like this I have made it like this why have I made him …like this? he appears to have learnt it’s not gonna get any better than this that it’s better like this that this sadness could be … happiness on another plain…
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blank
uncarved as a block don't seem so romantic ticking away an evening trying to find....... not the numbness (but scared of the intensity) find that song that feeling skirting round it an elephant in the room long gone and murdered long ago circling, seeking what? a way out of this trap forward, backward, regret, relief peace…
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Responsibility and bitterness
Sometimes people seem so resentful as if the world has independently beaten them down or other people have abused them and, I know bad things do happen I know disappointing things occur but, where's personal responsibility in all this? aren't a lot of disappointments related to bad choices? for example, maybe that hot guy…
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Running Errands
A Moth On Fire (while running errands) Jumping through a ring of fire I run errands like moths flying downward Gasoline poured across the tire I am exhausted from running errands The moth eventually hits the glass What he doesn’t see in front of his face He thinks that it is all right to pass You’ve never seen a little…
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Hourglass
Sand sift slowly arching glass madmen plot and rave and rant Falling softly staking claim To those who yearn to live again Sullen secrets silent truth Remainders of remembered youth The grains escape through tiny cracks Time that can’t be taken back
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{the silent road saga}~{PART I}
We took a ride with the caravan. Under diamond studded skies. Silent road. I can hear the shamans we pass Gathered around one hundred campfires Whispering Ancient stories. No one else dares to speak. The children dream. In the morning I will tell them About how they pray Live. Try and make the earth a better place. Love…
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{shhhhhhh}
She said Stop Just slip into dreams. And I haven't woken up Yet. Absorbed into this Sweet Echoing Bliss... Afraid to open my eyes Blink Breathe.
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Ebb n Flow
This is a song/poem I've written... felt like sharing today... The translucence of a rain drop, the opaque feeling when it hits your eye How a life can look up for hope and really believe hope floats in the sky But is the source actually deep down, in the midst of our hearts, all the way inside? Is that where our hope…
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View My Friends List (I Have 230,002 Friends)
View My Friends List (I Have 230,002 Friends) You think you’re better than me Is that why you don’t bother Ever responding to me You think you’re better than me And perhaps you might, you are Is nothing I say important Are my actions non Non as in non-fat milk Watered down version of Real Milk Pale White embryonic…
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Possession
Possession Interesting avenues Make for interesting friends Living life for one’s own sake A life that has to begin Avenues like fishing holes Donut holes etcetera Consumers of the newest idea Once conceived in some strange way Conception of ideas A fetus lifts the egg Conception of the season Once cold, now boiling hot…
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fucking around with a married woman in a barn (part I)
and we tear it all apart the evening making our bed of hay old barn leans weathered wind storm red you’re always streaking away never mine beside the water only mine fields empty dry fields nothing green but you hurry back and all of it bursts with emeralds like all the intricate details are ours even birdsongs sing as…
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mornings
My earliest memory is being a baby staring at the ceiling and the pictures on the walls in my grandparents bright back bedroom I had this thought that well-trained babies who learn to quietly wait in their cribs for breakfast in the morning (instead of screaming and crying to be fed) must be the same people who passively…
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the father
tough guy mans man mean badass but with a heart of gold many mistakes made regrets? hard working provider lost without the love of his life he may as well have died when she did gave up lost touch isolation stopped reading books, became attached to the characters and, made him sad when he finished had tears in his eyes…
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the mother
loving all the time tender, but fierce when need be defiant strong of her own doing without for her kids to have all they could need but forgetting, we needed her more than anything and leaving us too soon still hurts now an angel protective I know she’s near when the butterfly appears watching over us still forever ago…
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Merlot
Merlot (9/7/10) Like some kind of infatuation I once felt So strong it hurts Kind of like pouring red wine, Merlot Down her legs and down her throat Red wine, red wine I love her so Across her timeline To a distant shore A wave crashes hard Onto a dry beach Red wine so fine Merlot’s her name A name I taste Hands like…
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the wild dogs
drops of red on the paper my nose bleeds when i am nervous i have to get home before dark the family will worry i have another hour I think the path isn’t long, but at night it could be dangerous the wild dogs have been spotted, babies in their mouths i’m too big for them physically, but they can see my insides it’s…
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everything after the return
I left To the mountains. Seven days in paradise. But not in my head. But when I returned Everything bloomed into sweet bliss. From your kiss. Changing how I go about everything. Karma is my sweetest friend. Always helps me out in the end. Look at you now. Despised. And I've found my queen. Sweet golden path before me.
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immunity
Oh sweet inspiration. through the old forest again. eyes wide in clear revelation, familiar midnight drive into unknown This poison feels different Under the circumstances. A symphony in my head Like nothing I've heard before. Taking a breath of happiness I am home. Under golden trees This place feels different to me.
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So much floating up
There are people who don't want to be short and wear heels (like Prince) as if that does anything more than hurt their legs and feet There are women fighting with time and hanging on to youth with dyes, surgery, and war paint. Men wanting to be viewed as something other than themselves Women talking forever about tomorrow…
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the never
journey we more into the night of chaotic longing sail high seas looking for lost loves leaving those still caring behind and helpless strange beings prey on sour souls these stalkers of the night devouring the rotting flesh of the last born have you cleansed yourself with the wine provided? a vile sanitation of memories,…
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Frost Bitten
Frost Bitten Before the adrenalin took over Before I felt that surge Before the kidney fire rushed in to save me Before I felt the burn I spent a month amongst the gravestones was as trembling as the bones I tried to walk past each night Past the graveyard on your corner Feeling such affinity; so at home And back at 'home'…
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hit
Butterfly hits my window On the off ramp. See it fall in rearviewmirror. Forgive me. Hope your next life is filled with beauty. I continue on.
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Ben and Jerry's
I like pringles I like them on a sugar cube Where's Jerry? I caught a call Swimming outside the walls of sin Good man One time show--I wasn't twirling My bad, spoke without listening He's gone....damn it Do you feel it? Cherry Garcia, where are you? No, I don't eat ice cream I swim with angels diving,cruizing, cancer and…
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the ties that bind
she sat there on the porch with a cold drink in her heavy hand and the breeze felt new on her skin the song played and reminded her of him “thanks fucker” she said to herself trying desperately to let the past be the past and let the sun penetrate her heart she felt as if she were sinking and felt “the knot” which by now,…