Open your mail
Open your heart
The contents inside
Are sad from the start
Read the words
Read the truth
Jotted down lines
Reveal the prove
Cry from your eyes
Cry from your soul
Oh how this letter
Has taken its toll
It’s the end of the beginning
It’s the beginning of the end
You’ve lost your love
My dear old friend
I know you’ll yearn
I know you’ll miss
That needed last letter
Sealed with a kiss
He died as a hero
He died strong and tall
But the kind words you say
In truth mean nothing at all

Take me if you must
I won’t create a fuss
Let me breath out my chest
Cause since a baby on the breast
You’ve always been taking me anyway

Lead me along those jagged lines
Of empty fields and emotional climbs
As the clocks all chime
Ive known with time
You’ve always been taking me anyway

Let me rest in a place
As you end the chase
Then I listen to the cry’s
When they say their goodbyes
You’ve always been taking me anyway

Poetry has to rhyme
No it doesn’t
That lie is just a crime
It’s meant to fixate
To inflate
The curious mind
The literate kind
Words in a verse
The gold in the purse
Of a creative person

Poetry has to rhyme
No it doesn’t
Your wrong this time
Its meant to uplift
To drift
Into a person thoughts
A charm of sorts
Letters in a line
All beautiful and fine
To read everyday

On a burning staircase stood Judy
Her skin blistering in the relentless heat
‘Come down Miss’!, cried the fireman
But Judy didn’t understand the world
As we do

As the flames rose higher
Judy’s clothes began to smoke away
‘Please, please, trust me’!, shouted the fireman
And then Judy began to sing a hymn
In her beautiful voice

Black smoke flooded her lungs
Judy tried hard to keep up the tempo
‘I have to go, I have to go’!, sobbed the fireman
Judy coughed between note and glorious note
How she was endearing

The house melted like butter
Judy was a memory in the past
‘She wouldn’t come down’, sorrowed the fireman
The song echoed in his ears
Then he wiped his eyes

A lady wears glasses to hide her eyelashes
The man in a coat seems to float
A girl is wearing a dress made to impress
The boy with a toy is acting all coy
A Jewish mans beard is treble tiered
The teenagers joke through cloudy smoke
A delivery man in shorts and a million thoughts
The polish store sells beer and more
A boarded shop is a graffiti stop
The Jamaican gent is counting his rent
A man wearing shoes reads the news
The Asians wear a frown as the meat falls down
A post box sits as the mail hits
The cars stream along like notes in a song
A dozen boxes are attracting the foxes
The ***** gives a sigh as the world drifts by