There are times...
when we are
steal a glance
There are times...
when nothing works
timing is wrong
There are times...
when there is nothing
I can't say to you...
is nothing I CAN say
There are times...
when I doubt
my ego and anger
can throw me off coarse
I will always
come home to you....
Much too late
of what her father
Fay went with you
to the Globe cinema
in Camberwell Green
a right fleapit of a place
but the film
you wanted to see
was on there
all about the Old West
and after it was over
and you came out
into the bright sunlight
your eyes felt
after the darkness
of the cinema
what did you think?
yes it was good
not the sort of film
Daddy would have let me see
well he won't know
you've seen it
unless he asks me
then I'll have to
tell him the truth
why would he ask?
you looked at her
with her fair hair
and lovely blue eyes
he might ask me
what I have done today
her eyes beginning
to show signs of fear
maybe he won't
just tell him
you've been studying
she looked at her hands
he doesn't like America
well you don't have to
like something to study it
I have to do it all week
maybe he won't ask
she said softly
looking at you
fiddling with her fingers
tell him something else
talk about a butterfly
you saw on the bombsite
she looked at you
you don't know him
he'll ask me
what sort of butterfly
and I won't know
and he'll know
I've been lying
and that will mean
she looked up the street
toward the bus stop
we had better be getting back
he'll be home soon
and took her hand
and walked toward
the bus stop and waited
for the bus
if I told my mother
the truth all the time
she'd have a nervous breakdown
it's more kinder
to keep her happy
in innocent bliss
of what I get up to
Fay looked haunted
and was silent
she still held your hand
a fading bruise just visible
on her upper arm
where her dresses sleeve
how about some ice-cream
when we get back
I've got a Shilling
given to me
by my old man yesterday?
ok I’d like that
and when the bus
you both got on
and sat next
to each other
watching the scenes
of passing people
and traffic go by
but a special place
in your mind and heart
next to you
quiet and shy.
Underneath pale spring skies
to everyone's surprise
'The Wanderers' returned telling tales of omnipotence
and the relevance of a divinity
I heard nothing
I was deafened by the noise from the laughter of the girls and boys so filled with glee
that 'The Wanderers' had seen fit to see
to find their way and come home to be
with them and you and me.
I don't know where they went or how they spent those,
lonely days when I would gaze with fear set solid in my heart
and wonder how it is that being apart
is so painful.
I keep my eye on those that take it in their mind to fly away.
But what is day without the night
and night without the dawn?
Storms may come and go but this is what I know
will always be the hope and the guardians set by the gate
of those who wait
A misplaced Oxford Comma
Lead to perilous trauma
She drifted into an Oggsford Coma
Then turned into an awful aroma
The Ceremony held in 1980
Resurrected in 1 A.D
In the lumbering town of Hudson's Bay
Majorie chose to stay
Never feeling so free
She sat within a tree
Enjoying all she could see
The girl decided never to flee
Established in 1995
This dream came Alive
A tree home called heaven
Would stand until 1997
Slim used to be a Jackline Skinner
Lumberjack was more of a winner
Quickly forgot all about Walden Pond
Long before a new light dawned
"The wind that blows
Is all that anybody knows"
Even goes for pros
Or vacant minded 'hoes'
Just patiently listen to those
Who know where a dick goes
Don't make needless foes
Leave that for the 'pros'
Slim stood uttering horrible slurs
At the request of a woman in expensive furs
Majorie stood on bended knee
Pleading for them to leave her tree
As she reached the bottom of the ladder
Silence was breached by a clatter
All the rats began to scatter
Knowing exactly what was the matter
The lumberjack had missed his mark
Added slightly too much ark
Caused the Oak to prematurely tumble
Left Slim's body to instantly crumble
how many times do i tell you?
i dont want to be alone?
no more nights in my cold home
As I sit here, alone in this room
You're body shutting down, calling it quits
My disbelief, anger, it all gets hidden.
I just sit and helplessly stare.
The clock hanging just above the door
It counts out time, every tick and tock
Signals one less breath you'll take as you limply lay there
One less chance for you to smile and be okay.
Everyone's saying you're too far gone already
Mom's willing to pull the plug
Seeing the bandages swallow all of you
Hiding your Irish, brutal skin
If only you hadn't drove home
And set your hands on your knees, instead of the wheel
Swerving, colliding, killing, dying
Dad, you stole someone's life from them
Soon, you'll be leaving us behind, I can see it in the I.V.'s
Forcing us to live as, "That drunkards kids"
I find it funny how one thing can push you clear off the edge
Destroying a life and yet you still have yours, it's unfair
Funny how when you're falling,
You screw everything up.
Even though you're already gone.
Daddy, why did you do it?
I feel too much but
nothing at all.
There is a burning in the pit
of my stomach that ignites
a fire in my throat.
There is a heaviness in my heart and a
sorrow flooding my soul.
I am as blue as the ocean
during a hurricane.
The rain beats down upon me and
melts into the waves that thrash behind my ribs.
I can't hear my heart beating
over the monsoon
I can hear my ribs cracking from the
weight of it all.
I can't feel my heart beating anymore
I just want to go home.
But home was never a place for me,
and I don't know what home feels like anymore.
There is a darkness that weighs
heavy down upon me,
and I swear I will not stand again.
I will forever be on my knees in the
face of this monstrous chasm.
It is inside of me. You can't run
far from your own desolation.
I feel too much, and nothing
I destroy homes.
I tear families apart.
I'm more costly than diamonds,more precious than gold.
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me,remember I'm easily found.
I live all around you.
I live with the rich,I live with the poor,down the street & maybe next door.
I'm made in a lab,but not like you think.
I can be made under your kitchen sink.
I have many names but there's one you know best,my name is Crystal Meth.
My power is awesome,try me you'll see.
But if you do you may never break free.
Just try me once & I may let you go.
But try me twice & I'll own your soul.
When I possess you you'll steal & you'll lie.
You do what you have to-just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms,will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms (your lungs & your nose).
You'll lie to your mother,you'll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears - you should be sad.-
But you'll forget your morals & how you were raised.
I'll be your conscience.
I'll teach you my ways.
I turn people from God & separate friends.
I'll take everything from you.
Your looks & your pride.
I'll be with you always-right by your side.
You'll give up everything,your family,your home.
Your friends,your money,then you'll be alone.
I'll take & take,till you have nothing more to give.
When I'm finished with you,you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned-this is no game.
If given the chance I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body.
I'll control your mind.
I'll own you completely.
Your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you.
The voices you'll hear from inside your head.
The sweats,the shakes,the visions you'll see.
I want you to know these are all gifts from me.
You'll regret that you tried me,they always do.
But you came to me - Not I to You!
You knew this would happen,many times you were told.
But you challenged my power & chose to be bold.
You could have said no & walked away.
If you could have that day over what would you say?
I'll be your master & you my slave.
I'll even go with you to your Grave.
Come take my hand,let me lead you to hell.
She was sitting there in her grey cardigan and self-satisfaction
And she said, "They're going to be putting a cap and gown on a chair for him."
And I said, "That makes me so sad. It makes me think of our 8th grade graduation.
Oh god. That makes me so sad." picturing a freshly ironed gown for a dead graduate
It was a few minutes later and the kettle began to whistle
And someone made some smart remark about some stupid topic
And I sighed and I said, "I just can't do it"
And she said, "Jeez, you’re just lacking emotional maturity today”
I excused myself and avoided her for the remainder of the day
I found myself a few people I might consider my friends (if anyone)
I sat down for a minute and said, "I just can't do it"
And the one turned his cigarette-yellowed teeth to me and said,
"They just aren't as cynical as you, huh?"
And I looked him in the eye and he smiled, meant nothing by it
Maybe just, "Shut up, will you? Just breathe for a minute"
And the other, with his slicked back hair and Tom Waits voice
Said, "Not everybody can be a female Louis C.K."
And I smiled and said, "Screw you"
Then I excused myself
And I found myself a quiet corner where I could collect the pieces enough
To hold myself together for two hours of calculated performance
Until I could go home
And quietly fall apart again
My eyes probe the mist where it clings to to mountains.
The mountains who stand tall and strong
Who grow darker as they rise Shadows.
They're pitted against the sharp vibrant sky
That surrounds them, vast, blue, mysterious.
I linger over the glassy river surface
That reflects the cotton clouds
And the dark, haunting mountains
And their huge blue groundskeeper
The river winds and winds,
A great thriving knot,
That sinks and weaves
Level with the earth
Equal in grandness
Acts as home to all
All who breath air
All who drink and sleep.
Those who gaze up at towers of green
When the sun is high and summer abroad
They chatter and gather and hunt
They roll in beds of fuzzy moss
To give life to others
To leave when it's time
I reach, I stretch
My fingers strain
To go there
So close, so close
My hands hit the glass.
The jerk jumps the frame.