Sometimes it takes a man to fall
to know the struggles through it all
to find out where it is he will stand

It takes many fallen tears to cry
to know that he can still remain strong
to know he can make right the wrong
and know he is not here alone

Pain it can teach what one don't understand
that the dreams are never gone
and you have to learn to be still
if you want to keep on moving on

Sometimes it takes a man inside to die
to feel a heart beat made of stone
to know that his soul is alive and real
Spiritwind ©2016

he leans in to tell her
"pretty ladies should never light their own cigarettes"
and they say chivalry is dead

sharing 'shrooms, spinning rooms
my love for you
keeps me higher than cloud nine

The girl was a novel awaiting to be read,
Sitting on a oak shelf with endless colors in her hair.
She wore her scars hidden behind her parchment clothes,
Dreaming about a chapter that had yet to be exposed.

She spent her days between the pages,
Falling behind in the world's story.
She had read herself so many times,
that she had forgotten to read the world once.

The girl was a novel awaiting to be read,
by someone rather than herself.
She had been consumed in her own pages,
lost in a sea unfathomably alone.

The girl never once turned to look beside her;
at the row of books left untouched on the same shelf.
They had always been there in their rainbow sea of colors;
their binders tattered and titles exposed.

She believed herself to be a book,
never a reader.

The oak shelf did nothing but
support her.

The girl was a novel awaiting to be read.
The girl was a novel awaiting to be favored.

there wasn't enough syrup in my coffee
there was enough sweetness in you
to last me through bitter sips
and quiet laughs
a bond only to be made stronger by flesh
the sun gone, and we were alone
nothing left but the sound of a name
once hated in my ear
your voice made it sound like pure gold

You keep on looking
Down the same ole path
I guess
The distance made you feel free
Keep your head down, and
Make it too me

You're the drug
That gets me through life
Your  eyes
Looked like a new beginning

You chose to be alone
You have a fickle heart, and
A bitterness