Hey kid
Its a little bit
Better after
The devil leaves
His barber shop chair
Behind and walks
Into the liqor isle.
I m there looking
At red bread tags.
Your still with your
Parents. Im not
Embarrassed
You feel the cold beer
Your father slid over your
Necks left side.
The can was silver
Like the old lawn mower
In the dark shed.
Im still with the moment
Of diverting the truth.
When he says
They havent fired him yet.
The new hair cut starts looking
Old again. And our time in the
Store was breif to catch
One of the last busses.
Look for me the last
Person in here I wanted to see.
I was eyeballing my favorite
Sky scraper a brown bottle
Of whiskey.
I make up the party
And become the bussiest
Man or women walking past
The carts.
I wish there were more years
To give me the store
And a house bigger
Then the hill side.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
The christmas tree is why I kissed his face.
I saw the lites shoot out like comets far.
A brand new time against these days of war.
Was he the gift I waited to return.
Or maybe just another burnt out star.
I wish for angels landing on our tree.
To tell me if he was the perfect man.
But when he opened the wrapping I Hid.
His chances were aloft with ornaments.
The highest round was ruby fused with green.
The hair thin hook was hanging like a dream.
I new for now ill be ok a while.
As long as christmas wins over our smiles.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
Into the concrete cracking heart
His favorite skulpture scowles
At everyone he loved.
He goes out on the deck
Every dark nite and waits
For the fog to lift away like
A drape exposing the fear
Of leaving a balcony
And falling into the hands
Of pebbles bound to break
The effort of falling
More then a hundread
Pounds of history would
Allow until another dark
Day awakens the troubled
Animal like its a ware wolf
Unfrozen from the curse waiting
To leave a balcony.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
You and I will
Hide behind these
Red and blue sky
Scrapers.
And dance with
The colors
That change
Every thick
Bold line
Into a new
Dimension
Like
You and I
Looking across
The street
From my world
To your unique
Red window.
My office is filled
With blue dreamers.
And yours is red with
fresh smiles.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
The pain of death is truly human.
But love is universal.
The transition
Is swallos building their home.
But the conflict lies between
The eagle and salmon.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
The pain of death is truly human.
But love is universal.
The transition
Is swallos building their home.
But the conflict lies between
The eagle and salmon.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
Moses o mighty moses,
Shoes of god are naked,
Holy is the ground,
And holy is his chambers.
Unholy are the sons of horace
Who must pay up in death.
And by the staff freedom
Is sweet like milk & honey.
God of prophets
Tell the family Abraham loved
Opression never goes unanswered.
The waiting finally has ended.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
Read till ya bleed.
Then read some more till your dead.
When you get to heaven dont stop reading.
Then when your bored they will send you to hell.
Hell is full of books.
Read everyne of em you can.
You will become smarter then those god dam demons.
So they will become jealous.
Hell is full of jealesy.
They will have to return you to earth.
When they do
Start writing.
If your still not crazy by then
Give up!
Give up and become a doctor!
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
Coyote saw the ducks.
He was trickster but toaday
He was creator.
We all agree here
That something is wrong.
He said to the ducks we dont feel
Rite about this.
Brother duck wise knew
He needed to dive and see what
Rested under the deep water.
The second he had roots is bill.
Coyote knew what he wanted.
I will make companionship
Between every creature.
And give man the tools
To live with us.
Coyote made arrows and spears.
Man will hunt us but he will honor
What I gave him.
With music of flutes
And a boy will chase for medicne elk.
With my arrows he will miss and find
Wind blowing through the wood peckers
Hollow branch with holes.
We will dance and celebrate his marriage
When ever the suns resting heart shapes the
Clouds into the ducks sioulette.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Look a the eagle digging
His claws into the salmon.
If it was slower
You would notiice
That the tree that
Dies kills the life
That thrivwed on
The unbrella parasite.
The dead kills us.
While we ingnore life saving
The way I see a huming bird three feet away.
Theeres nothing to say ill come again.
To see the world full of noise.
The anthem of love and nature.
Hunts you down when the unlucky deer.
Feeds the craving I have in winter.
You hate the way we survive.
But after aweekyoue
Achanged antalo9e.
Often the people you love
Forgive bull **** lauphs.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC