The shallow opening
Ran below the bank
Musky air and water
It's wasting stone away
Now I am kneeling here
Searching for my place
With a little inspiration
I thought of Jenny's grave
The falls of Jenny Wiley
They're running in my veins
My ancestors killed her babies
And took her as a slave
They ***** and murdered
And butchered all the same
The Indians of this area
And their tomahawk blades
But Jenny made a run for it
And she got away
After a year in captivity
She just couldn't stay
I like to think she knelt here
In this little cave
Just as I am now
Planning her escape
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
He had stepped into the leaky washroom
Ceramic tile: floor, walls, and ceiling
Water ran, flowing like a clear mountaintop spring in morning
Her body was **** and lying there
Lifeless and beautiful
He was gazing down at her
Finger twirling his dark ponytail hair
He said aloud "the water is cold, it's as cold as glacier water"
It was forever running over his scuffed up, black wingtip shoes
And down her freckled face, as he was standing straddle her head
Through her elegant red hair
Over her small pale *******
And then down each side of her figure
Hugging the outsides of her legs
Then hugging the outside of her ankles and feet
The glacier water freely flowed on
It gave her body a complimentary glow
Reflecting the florescent light from the outside hall
He was standing there again pondering her death
Like many nights before this
He's standing there in the glacier water
Looking down at his beautiful wife
Remembering how cold the water was that December night
And how cold it has been ever since
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
His open mouth smile
Gave me a shiver
Twinkle in his eye
Tickle the quiver
Ugh what is it now?
Same old Uncle Joe
Wrinkly brow
Puffing smoke
Come on boy, get in the truck
Hell no, Uncle Joe
I'm a sitting duck
Get in, now
You better do as you're told
Jesus, God
He's out of control
Down by the creek
We took a trip
And there it was
Lying in a ditch
See it, boy
Look at what I made
My God Joe
What is that thing?
I looked at his face
There it was again
Cigarette in his mouth
An open ended grin
He said you know what it is
Take that stick and poke it
Mother of God
It couldn't be
But I know it
A man was there
Dead in the ditch
Twinkle in his eye
Lickity split
Christ almighty
I knew not to flinch
He started to chuckle
Turned to me and said
Look at his face, boy
That's your brother Red
Never again
Have I lost all self control
But on that Summer Sunday
I lost it
Body and soul
I drew back a branch
That I found on the ground
Saw nothing but blackness
And now he's down
**** crazed Uncle Joe
He's out for the count
Smile on his face
While he's bleeding out
I feel better now
Saying it aloud
I don't get many visitors
This time around
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
Under the glow of an imitation violet night
I sketched the nightmare of a violent smite
Her cigarette was burning in a pepsi can ash tray
What could've been night was actually day
We sat together on that old dust covered floor
Below a leaky windowsill and a broken door
What is it? she said to me
An ancient lagoon and willow trees
I was searching the paper for something to please
But I remembered the feeling of being empty
I pulled up the blanket and it became day
She wasn't there and I had made a mistake
Willow trees and an ancient lagoon
The place where I married her and buried her too
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
Cardinal Feathers and Tears are worn
The Yellow Sun had again been born
Life had fallen some months before
Now they kneel in a circle mourn
Drained and seared,
The soil below looked in fear
To the energies, they raised their peer
Hoping for another light to near
Hand in hand they began to dance
Shouting a melody so complex
Like a majestic wave of ancient ***
A sacred cry for another chance
Stomping and chanting all around
The sky came splashing down
They open their spirit to make a sound
Was an echoing thunder from the ground
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Tainted by the blood moon, I lay awake
Night air swept through my window and I escaped
What’s over the hill and behind the shadow?
Dreadfully that answer I already know
Nothing worth seeing, the adventures over
Some cattle fields and a lonesome hollow
But if only for a moment or so
I could remember the wonder of my childlike soul
I tossed my cold feet to the floor
Placed upon my shoulders that afghan, never worn
Set out to the hills off in the distance
That feeling of adrenaline, an adventures mistress
The old 2 lane route 302
Had became an untraveled pave way at quarter to 2
She spoke my name and the trees listened
Walnuts fell on the old tin roof of Mr. Simmons
*“Look beyond Alone,
There’s more to this road than what you think you know
Keep walking now you’re almost there
No longer will you be afraid whence you’re spared.”*
What was the night saying to me?
I wasn’t sure because it was then that I couldn’t see
So travelling the road I did proceed
Looked to the finish it wasn’t far to be
My pace was in scurry like atop was gold
But I found soon out this wasn’t so
Nothing was there waiting I need
Another lonely place as silent as she
The rolling meadows done nothing for me
Like a blind man being amongst the sea
But in the distance it came crashing on me
And my eyes were opened immediately
My house was burning that I could see
And everyone else’s on the street
Dying alone snuggled in bed
Smoke inhalation now they're dead
I watched the night turn to red
**Like the blood moon had tainted my soul
Fire roamed the street that once was home**
All the neighbors that wouldn’t speak to me
Charred to death and forever they sleep
I guess it was intuition to leave
It seems like maybe the night had saved me
And here I sit alone again
Thinking of that autumn dark, I remembered my sin
Crystal **** on a wild weekend
I killed them all and no one knows
The blood moons curse on my soul
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
Let's set out together
Explore the breeze
We'll walk hand in hand
Beneath the trees
In no particular direction
No direction we need
These adventures of the unknown
Leave us freed
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
Walking barefoot in the snow
Frostbite black on his toes
The night had been 10 below
He was deaths only beau
Blood stained white,
fade to red
In the night,
scared dead
Lovers lost,
canyon cave
Alone in sorrow,
snowy grave
He left out,
years ago
Twas the night
Massacre, oh
He loved his family,
now we know
He was crazy,
this is so
Shot his wife
Mrs. Jo
Smashed his sons,
face slow
It was spontaneous
killings, no
He had said,
turn to stone
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
*It's almost like a scene from a movie
Whereas it's infinitely more desirable
The softest melody serenades the moment
Time seems to be as absent as the trees
I can see the deepest elegance in your everything
Eating a snatched apple
Situated so gracefully upon the stump of a tree
The dew covered mountain side had never been as tranquil
That time it was just you and me*
I walk it every now and again
Wishing I could go back to then
This desolation leaves me broken
My love, you've been forever stolen
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
The footsteps lead to somewhere unknown
But its a place Ive gone before
I never know when I'm on my way
But it's all too familiar needless to say
The room spins as I drown myself quickly
A splash of water and a double shot of whiskey
My fingers run at half speed
My heart plays background music while the mind leads
*The sight of starburst covered hardwood
It makes me think of that orange hand cream that smells so good*
At the twinkle of the sun the world stops turning
Life strolls the perimeter of my brain while swirling
My eyes fall out of place and nuzzle up to my desk lamp
That feeling of an overload explosion down at the power plant
Ah, bowakawa pousse, pousse
The song is on "replay" as they say
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC