*A writer writes…
so that’s what I do.
Not that I must
But it’s the right thing to do.
It’s not always easy
to lay down a line
on a small scrap of paper
that’s so hard to find.
Expressive nouns and passionate verbs
they assault my brain and
take me away.
There’s no way to dictate them
out on a page.
So I write them all down
any place that I can.
While at the bar,
a napkin will do.
Or in my car,
a matchbook or two.
A Post-It will get me by
in a pinch.
Or any other paper
I’m happy to find.
And into my shoebox
I tucked them away.
I laid them right there
for another day.
Occasionally I’d come back
to see what they say.
Reading them over
again and again.
Into my brain,
that's where they have gone.
Stuck in my mind
for a decade or more.
The shoebox is gone now
from so long ago…but
the memories still linger
inside my brain and
out to my fingers
they continue to flow.
I write them all down
and expand on those thoughts.
Remembering the memories
I once thought were lost.
An explosion of words
pouring out on the page.
These many little thoughts they
now have a stage.
The lasting memories
are now down in print.
The shoebox is gone
but the words are in ink.*
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
I see you
falling
through
the purple air
eyes bulging
teeth showing
like a blind, hungry tiger
without a sun to guide
without a son to follow
without day or night
to know the alligators
on the black river
in the jungle
where the russet snakes
wrap themselves
around your mind
squeezing seeds from it
I see you falling from
the emerald tree, first
clinging sanguinely
then giving in to wind
and gravity, toppling
dropping like ripe fruit
splitting open spilling
your tawny seeds sharing
your succulent flesh, flesh
which feeds succeeding
trees, trees where you can
sit to watch
the tiger
and
the
alligator
struggle
struggle for
a place to be
before they fall
through
the purple air
air that forces
out the seeds
seeds spewed
on the green
granite mountain
under the sizzling
saffron sun.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
The truth about love
Is that there is no truth
Love is a chemical imbalance in the head
It doesn't last and always leaves depression in it's wake
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
I know a girl made out of rose petals
she has words seared into her
her heart pricked with thorns
fingers trace her skin, soft, delicate petals
it crumples and falls away, reveling a cold void underneath where she has been hurt too often;
the coldness seeps out;
the words roar to life, consume her
she falls away, gone to the wind.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
He said "Yes"
I said "Okay."
But I really wasn't listening
to what he had to say
I was looking through the past
with yellow tinted lenses
When you have been driven out
they don't let you sneak back in
So we will build a green bricked wall
that smells just like money
After all this is the land
of milk and honey
After a long lifetime
I'm sure it broke his heart
to see the promised land
from the mountain top
The new land lay before him
But his time had come to part
Forty years with cloud by day
A pillar of fire at night
Jesus spent his forty days
in the desert wondering about .
Satan took Him to his mountain top
Promised him the world
"No thank you Satan
I'll give Heaven now that whirl ."
You see it was Jesus that said "Yes"
When I uttered that "okay"
He looked at me and then he said
"I see you have a lot to learn
before you come back home one day."
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
There are places , where people dont understand
I have been there and , it's not a good site
There are questions , which cannot be answered
I have asked them and , it's not all right
There are among others , who will not lend a hand
You have to smile and , hold on tight
But , there are few on your side and stand by
Catch them hard as they are your Kites
As you fall , along with you they land
They will stay as long as you fight
No matter how many people get you tanned
They will make way and show you the light
Because many will pull you down to drown
But a few will pull you up to fly
It might get dark but , it's up to you
To find and make this place for us to Smile :)
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
Traveling along this lonely road
This endless flat terrain
Going forward
step by step
but getting nowhere
So why?
I ask
to the darkening clouds above me
Why do I take this road
The road walked by none
none other than me
I wish I could find
This place where I'm going
But this road never ends
never turns
never bends
So why?
I ask once again
Why do I take this road
This road leading nowhere.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
We don’t love like we used to love
What it meant to us is a blur now
The light has left behind everything
What’s remaining is still us, somehow
There were loads of games that we used to play
Along the way we lost each other
Our dreams turned into nightmares
So now, where is our ‘forever’?
Take a look at me – can you recognize me?
I used to be that bird only you could free
And now I’m singing my heart out for your mercy
‘Cause I still wanna be your somebody
You stayed quiet just to let me talk
Never spoke your mind, I’m dejected
How and why must I endure anymore,
When your heart and mine is connected
I need a light at the end of this tunnel
No pretending we’ve got it alright
When you won’t hear a single word from me,
How would you know if my heart cried?
Maybe I’m not as special as you first thought
But I still love you endlessly from my heart
Tell me we can go back there again and start
‘Cause I still wanna be your somebody
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC