Turning the key
A key held for so long
To leave a prison cell
Of one's own making
Finally admitting that a cell
Is what it was
But not yet free...
So many bureaucratic steps
Arguments and paperwork
Accomplishing nothing more than to
Document the turning of the key
But the key has turned
And it was my hand that turned it
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
My mind is civil and polite
Keen on the written word
And painted art
Science, history, and philosophy
Economics and ***** politics
At times romantic
In my chest beats a savage heart
Blood thirsty and violent
Fond of physical conflict
Aggressive and brutal
Lustful and ******
You meet that which you becken
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
The wanderer lay awake in bed
As the red light of the digital clock
Shown across his face sometime after three A.M.
Contemplating his fate
Already staying longer than he intended
After two weeks on the road
This was his second night in the roadside motel
Having met a waitress, now laying beside him
Soft and warm flesh pressed against him,
Smell of freshly washed hair filled his nose
The transitory affair more real
Than any of his long term relations
The simple connection so fulfilling
But knowing it would soon end
As his wanderings were calling him again
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
There once was a lass
By the name of Molly Robbins
A dark souled *****
Who'd knick ya as **** ya
'Cept for a strappin lad
Named Johnny
For Johnny she'd burn
the whole world around them
To ash
Johnny, knownin this
And lovin her as much the rest
Flitered the two of em away
And aboard a tiny skiff
Onto the dark grey sea
And none the rest were er' hurt
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Missing her
The weight of her head
On my bare chest
The smell of her hair
Filling my nose
Her fingers running through
The course hair of my chest
She pulls herself close to me
I turn my head and our lips meet
In a soft but longing engagement
Hearts begin to beat
Faster... faster... faster
but that is past
And I am lonely now
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
A flash of light
Glimmer of hope
Gone before realized
Grasping for the silver lining
Not too much invested
Yet alone again
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
yea though in sad realisation
I have come to be aware
how I should be called
I may be smarter than 1 in 100
but I am not the smart man
I have known others far smarter
As strong as 1 in 20
but others stronger
I have walked on death ground
but know men braver
What I am
Is the lonely man
A burden I bear because I must
I wish to reach others
But don't know how
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
I miss the love of someone
the love of that single touch
I had it once
and miss it so very much
grasping for another
but so out of touch
one love
not to out match the others
but one love
to outlast all others
and I step out into the desert
still looking for that someone
on the horizon
someone or just an illusion
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
I was born mid-winter on the shores of the land of the midnight sun
Grew to manhood upon the western plains
Schooled a year in the great southern desert
And four more along the western banks of a river cutting through highlands in the North-East
I was taught the tactics of war in a miserably hot and humid swamp of the South
And from there sallied forth to witness my first threat of war,
In the snow covered mountains just east of the Adriatic I saw Slavic Serb and their Muslim neighbors ready to slit each others' throats
Came home, fell in love and out again
Married and divorced inside of a year to a woman I never should have said hello to
Found myself at war at the break of it in the land once called Babylon
And rode an armored mechanical beast from the berm to the capital,
Destroying all that resisted or threatened us
I would return twice more
They remain the best memories, of the worst of times
Along the way I fell in love again
Was married after the last trip over there
Had minor adventures, saw strange lands, climbed live volcanoes, swam amongst sharks, observed odd creatures
She would come to bear me a son who carries my name
Born in the city of Steel
And we made a home for a while beside a great fresh water inland sea
Then grew apart because of my cold, indifferent heart
Seasons change and years pass
She stayed and I left, not of my choosing
To live in another foreign land
In a mountain bound metropolis
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
If you were free
If you wished it
Would you walk with me
Venture into the wilds
Explore new lands
Face untold foes
Risk your life
For nothing more
Than the stories you bring back
Would you walk with me
If I asked?
I cannot live the ordinary life
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC