I think the time has
Come for me to put down my pen I can no
Longer write to compete
With them my style has
Become out classed
Ive become a fage memorie of writers from
The past its something
I cant out last to much
Of a straining task the mount of presure
I push my self to write
I might as well go knock
For the devil and see if I can sell my soul lost in
This dark hole trying to
Find light no ink left to
Express with losing sight
No where I go is comfort
Restless sleeps minds
A mess to deep in thought a war no longer
Im ready to hold this fort guns steady
Ready pull :-X
I think the time has
Come for me to put down my pen I can no
Longer write to compete
With them my style has
Become out classed
Ive become a fage memorie of writers from
The past its something
I cant out last to much
Of a straining task the mount of presure
I push my self to write
I might as well go knock
For the devil and see if I can sell my soul lost in
This dark hole trying to
Find light no ink left to
Express with losing sight
No where I go is comfort
Restless sleeps minds
A mess to deep in thought a war no longer
Im ready to hold this fort guns steady
Ready pull :-X
I think the time has
Come for me to put down my pen I can no
Longer write to compete
With them my style has
Become out classed
Ive become a fage memorie of writers from
The past its something
I cant out last to much
Of a straining task the mount of presure
I push my self to write
I might as well go knock
For the devil and see if I can sell my soul lost in
This dark hole trying to
Find light no ink left to
Express with losing sight
No where I go is comfort
Restless sleeps minds
A mess to deep in thought a war no longer
Im ready to hold this fort guns steady
Ready pull :-X
we are spinning in a sea of cotton cloth
and swirling hues of happiness
the joy - contagious!
as you arrive
a wave of excitement hits us.
there's no need for clumsy intoxication -
we're drunk off good feelings.
this is the party of all parties
one that will never be blacked out.
you will not question what happened tonight,
but you will ask, "was it real?"
don't worry about a ride home -
we'll sleep under the starlit sky
music booms out of the trees
we have the moon and white christmas lights
strung against the contrasting skies
to guide our dancing feet.
who cares what style?
we dance through it all -
hips sway and arms reach up to kiss open air.
never will we forget this night.
leave your phones at home,
to disconnect is the only way to be connected.
there are no clocks -
a girl with stars in her eyes tells you,
"out with time!"
we go barefoot here,
for the moss kisses our feet so gently.
there is a piano over there, between two oak trees,
and we play our favorite songs
and partner up to half-stumble-half-waltz
to classical sounds.
when our feet grow tired
we make s'mores and tell stories
of our collective past.
do not worry,
for tonight we embrace our youth,
and toast to a brave new world.
I hide behind a blue sky
Saw the birds flying in the current, high
Wishing for some star shine
I really love the morning time
Yet here I am inside
On the couch, with a slouch, hoping for a way out
When the door is right in front of me
But I'm convinced I'm too busy
I am climbing the digital tree
Forgetting to breathe
When I want to smell the airy breeze
Come up for air and stay there
Soul open, eyes closed, alert and aware
I imagined a place where...
I go to close the screen, but I hesitate
Is today really the day?
Couldn't I just sit here a while
Another year, read another mile
Like this, post that, fake a smile
Until I forget this epiphany ever existed
This future I've too long resisted
Now my mind and body is twisted
Unaligned and with no compromise
Or a sign things will be alright
It's a leap of faith, I read it all the time
Stay in the present, unravel the twine
Meditate often, remember your past lives
Stretch, Run, Play, repeat, then rewind
To release your fears and let in the light
To be out there and catch the sunrise
You're not alone, you know it's time to go
A moment can last forever
These pathways stay together
The brain is a place of endeavors
Where you can forget to remember
But when two halves become as one, trust inside
The words that speak from between your eyes
Let in spirit lest the ego try
To find a foothold in your mind
Start with the stars, and then the sunrise
Look up at the clouds and follow the silver line
Knees, keep supporting me
You know I believe in you
Stop with all the frailties
And get me where I'm rolling to
Unscrew
All the blues
You sing and keep running in time
Well fed, sleep when you're dead
Or at least aT the end of this rhyme
Pause time, wipe off the grime
Focus on the words I have to say
Ran five hundred score, just a few more
And we can be in a happy place
Don't stop
Don't drop
Reach mountaintop and valley low
Haters degrade the progress made
Saying that we run too fast, too slow
Oh yes, do your best
Until you glimpse that finish line
Past the dream to reality
And see it was you all this time
These knees
Strongly
Wanted to finish just as bad as you
God be blessed, revel in success
We all run, but how you finish is up to you
She was called Autumn
because her hair was fiery
and her eyes were brown.
Because she held onto the past as desperately
as the dying leaves clung to the trees.
She was called Autumn
because bits of her were constantly
being whisked away by the wind
and her heart was always on fire.
She was called Autumn
because she was her prettiest
when she was half dead or dying.
And because she was always
falling apart.
Things don't
Seem so hard anymore
I've got
A way out, now, and more
When she comes
Strutting down the street
I know
Past problems have been beat
When she says
When can we meet?
Squirming in my seat
Tripping over my own two feet
Everything is hit or miss
And they say
That everything's worth a try
And they say
Someone out there is worth you to die
And they say
Just keep carrying on by
Never let slip past your guard, a lie
Just fasten up your ties
Don't you dare be shy now
Just walking
Sidewalk cracks passing
Thoughts of you are fleeting
Time I've spent just keeps on leaving
Nothing I do is helping
Guess I just have to start accepting
What they say may be true
But thinking of you
Don't do nothing but turn me blue
Is it summer or is it spring will it rain or
Will the sun continue to kiss my long torso and petit feet?
Storms always seem to blow over in the Midwest as a dog bounces right past me, gives me a look and goes completely, merrily on his way. He doesn't seem to concerned about the weather.
Nor, should I be. I am going to stay put and ignore the neighbor. He's dying to talk to me and I won't even lift my head to see the noise he makes in hope of a turn
He'll never receive the bone he is looking for, this dog on a mission his fur all damp and wet from a swim. His ears floppy and tail short if he comes by again and gives me a wink, I'll know the coast is clear from whatever task is complete.
My book is in the car which isn't terribly far but to leave my seat and get on my feet seems like such a chore when the wind is blowing my hair and my green tea can cold a pack of cigs and I think I'm already gold. The book can wait, it's taking a twist Maria doesn't seemed too concerned about her lovers death but consumed by the clandestine love affairs when all the glares she thought were hers were now shared with a shoebox full of letters, cards and daring pictures along aside gift cigars.
The lake is calm I'm happy I'm here rather than the busy streets where I'm always on the go but instead I can kick back and enjoy taking it slow.
The fleetingly beautiful emotion
She can't run away from.
Something which can be labelled an addiction, almost.
A fear of the unknown.
A fear of death,
Life,
And everything in between.
What do the ghosts of her past,
The demons of her future,
And the devil in the present
Want, now?
Why her?
What do THEY have to do with
Life and death?
The hurt they store
The pain they inflict
The wounds they leave behind
The scars embedded in her skin.
Is it really worth it all?
To be mocked, and tortured.
Yet fully appreciated and cherished
By her alone.
