Snow Bird
Invisible in the flakes
Of a white world
Waiting for the spring to spark a change
And the winter’s heart to succumb
To a flaming savior’s wings.
Though, wouldn’t it be fine,
For a fire’s wretched feather
To bring the land’s demise?
On each, the Snow Bird thinks,
For every minute’s precious gift;
To deny it would be as just.
And it sings,
In each choice no mind is paid,
It only dreams of new life
For either way,
He shall be set free
And a white peace
shall be made.

Won’t you look over me
While I go down the boulevard
Won’t you listen to the birds
Won’t you, while I walk
Smell the air
Won’t you pray with me
When you haven’t got a prayer
Boy, won’t you look at the sun,
But not too long
Won’t you,
Dear,
Tell me what you think
Won’t you feel
Walking with me
Down the boulevard
Feel with me
Put on your sneakers
And tell me what’s new.
Never mind the rain
Walk with me son
Won’t you,
Search for a purpose
Before you resolve as a fool
Don’t walk away, son
I know you,
And this isn’t like you
Before the crack of dawn
Before your gone
Take a walk with me
Just down the next block
And I will listen
To your heart true
While you wait for the sun to set.
Until the shadows fall
I’ll be there waiting
Won’t you,
Won’t you
Take a walk with me son
Won’t you
Won’t you
Come out
And take a walk,
The sidewalk holds many secrets
But you son are a new one.
I’ve seen metal bikes
to neon bands
From proposals
To a slap on the cheek
I’ve seen children playing
To parents a prayin’
So tell me
Why don’t you take a walk with me
Just down the boulevard..
While the skies race past
And my head still lasts.
I’m a dream that never came to pass
All the while your crazy new
So let me tell ya something boy
Just, won’t you
Won’t you
While this moment lasts
Won’t you
I wonder,
Can’t you
Take a walk with me?

Lost in contemplation of Christ,
Newspaper clippings of the past
Fascination of a story
I only saw
In the eyes of my father
Who looked at his father
With dignity
And a second of the life before
Enveloped us
For we each were history
And time’s ***** red sneakers
That collect in the corner of a closet

Under siege
Piano keys
Assaulted by staccato breeze
Across the ice, voices plead
And from contorting accents,
Legato’s free
Sadness and some misery
Then pauses in between
2 beats, 4 beats,
CRASH CRASH CRASH
Below, my finger starts a clash
But quickly it goes slow once more
Higher, where the angles soar
Harmony seamlessly flows together
Before the clouds cover light
And the air thickens
Suspense trickles down my bones
And exalts itself from the rule of the instrument
To run away into the audience’s ears
Which leaves the silence, and joyous tears
Bravo, Bravo! I hear them cheer.

Carry only a backpack into the future’s embrace,
Leave behind the luggage of yesterday’s trace.
It costs dearly to drag what’s past,
Travel light, for freedom holds fast.

Godawful heartbreak is only what she knows
Fairytale’s smoke teeters on the edge of a nightmare
For which she is the main character

The sun releases her puppeteering demons
As they adapt to the light,
And the feeling busts at the seams

The knowing moon is her therapeutic hymn
But is the mercury that chains her mind to his prison shackles
Long after the mad hatter’s curse has faded
And his hand, poisoned by the vile actions done.

The cup is half empty
Her heart is half full
But her trust is just a void in both.

Mother Earth calls for me,
Though,
I am only a poor, grey bird
On the verge of collapsing
By the gleam of her sun.
And her voice,
Giving me hope,
Lifts my wings once more
to float on her dizzying air.
Then I remember,
My somber song,
Which spared me from the wind
That will not let go.
I felt comfort in the ground,
that left me in the unknown,
And this memory kept me sane throughout Mother Earth’s song,
For I knew that she was more lost than me,
Distracted by her vibrant green,
While I was free at last.
And so,
With my mind melting at the scene,
I cut my left wing,
And fell towards her naked lands.
Truly flying once more, she called to me in worry
“Little bird, little bird, what are you doing?”
And I called back in whispers loud enough for her ears
But quiet, so insanity does not wake my soul once more
“Don’t you know? I am more sane than you.”
So sophisticated I was, for a poor grey bird.
My eyes were always closed in the absent minded flock.
I told them, many,
to look closer, for they flew, surely,
towards destruction,
But they could not escape.
Life had just begun for I, an insignificant grain of sand,
Nothing really mattered.
And as I gained on her ground,
My feathers burned in anticipation,
My fall, a blaze of truth and wonder
Against mother’s evil heart.
Time? There was none.
Love? there was none.
Malice? There was none.
Only my firework that would be absorbed by the shadows
Before any glimpse of truth could reach them.
In tears, mother cried out,
“Please! Save your soul!”
Now there was I, and sadness for the world.
How terrible a life, led by a blind Shepard.
Finally,
I could see very well,
The darkness of her ground
And secrets beneath the beauty.
And in my heart, a somber song felt its way through my beak,
out into the air to be carried by fate’s wind for long,
Longer still,
“Don’t you know? I am more sane than you.”
And there was time.
And there was love.
They left with me to the end
“Farewell”
I said to the malice,
“I pray for you, brethren.”