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 Dec 2015 JL
Irving MacPherson
There was a time
When you could move mountains
With your smile, and the earth
Was such a beautiful bridge.

Now Ursa dips deeply into
The dark well of sky while
Little sister plays hide and seek
Perishing thoughts that ride down with bitter cool

Our birth has been breached
As we cling tight to earlier yearnings
And the wailing wall sounds
A whisper to the cry in my mind

How can you or I claim innocence
When we have both been here before
Shall we cast down our glance in shame
Having lied through eyes of stolen charm

Those times when in spirit
Our fingertips would brace
Prying open closed doors
That had been slammed shut
By a life swung hard

What fear brings this memory
Doesn't every tree stand alone
Until you look below the ground
 Dec 2015 JL
Irving MacPherson
She came to call
And stays most of the fall
She takes the ground floor
You the  one above

The  floorboards creaked under your weight
Driving her wild she'd yell at the ceiling
You thought maybe it was from a hospital she escaped
Any scenario was none to appealing

You hoped for more than this
Trying so **** hard to appease
When you met in the kitchen
You'd ask who this strange person is

Something about her had you sweating bullets
You reached for a tea towel while the kettle boiled
She whimpered and you didn't know what to do
She shrieked and you poured the tea

Around the first snow you saw a way out
Above her you'd shuffle sounding  soft shoe on the wooden floor
Using the wash room you'd pull the seat up and snicker inside
Leaving hair in the sink water everywhere and a mirror that's streaked

Before too long our cards were played
The rooster greeted the morning and her bags were packed
You waited at the station to make sure she got on the train
You waved a gloved hand the sound of the whistle made you free
 Dec 2015 JL
Irving MacPherson
Like the sour
taste in your mouth,
or the canker sore
on the tip of your tongue.

The sweet taste
of mother's milk
stopped up
for formula.

Poor child,
a curse that
leaves him
clutching
for a latex ******.
 Dec 2015 JL
Irving MacPherson
You boarded that train
Bound for nowhere
That day at the station
You were looking kind of frail
I warned you that this would happen
When you burned all your bridges
Now you hang your head with shame
The price of the ticket was all you had
Your duffel bag full of canned goods
And a jar of peanut butter
It's hard to call your life a journey
When it feels like you've hit a dead end
 Dec 2015 JL
Irving MacPherson
This man is
Not going to be
A smudge in life
He's out to leave his mark

They poke at him
Trying to get some dirt
But he's a private person
He has private parts

The time is right
The need feels great
He is gnashing at the bit
On the way to fill his plate

He wants some  
Fun and some
Loving company
So don't give him
The once over
With your third degree

You pretend to be this
And pretend to be that
If he doesn't measure up
You're going to leave him flat

I can feel your eyes on him
Like a bright searchlight
You think he will be going down
But you know it won't be with out a fight

Some things they come pretty easy  
Other things they seem so hard
Some times you find your treasure  
Buried in your own back yard

He is no longer walking
With his head in the stars
His feet are on the ground  
Putting an ear to the track
To hear that heavy chunk of metal
with its mournful sound

The book he carries talks of
A great war of the Spirit
Its stress is that it is no game
No politics physical or not can steer it

Then a breeze broke the solid heat
And quelled the sweat and quenched the thirst
You can toast the twisted souls
Or you can have them cursed
 Dec 2015 JL
Irving MacPherson
You pick a time
you pick a place.

Who lies to you
the whole human race.

That everybody lies
doesn't make it right.

Trust is the first to go
then ex- friends take flight.

Everybody's got a story,
yours is I did you wrong. 


I have to say... hey buddy
let guy bonds be guy bonds.

Just grin and bear it.. or
grin and bare it.

That's what you've got to do,
As far as this one goes... we're through.
 Dec 2015 JL
Irving MacPherson
I talked to one
of those Christians
who had been hooked

and now was fishing for men.

He said a prayer for me
while I was blowing my horn
outside of the Liquor Store.

Which I found ironic, yet understandable.

He said the usual fanatical spew
of grace and of how God forgives me.

And I prayed that the Almighty might play through my horn.
Then I thanked him very much and said listen, God may be speaking.
 Dec 2015 JL
Irving MacPherson
Seven times seven,
Mojo good to go.

All of the candles
Lit in a row.

White flakes
of Angel dust,
what do they say...
Let it snow let it snow.



Seasons come
and seasons go.

This one
is a tip of the hat,
A come in from the cold.

Another year gone,
the next is new.

What may be
let it be,

Glittering in Gold

Take the Vibe,
A day when fear
is on hold,

to leave
full and total
Peace of the Soul.
 Dec 2015 JL
Irving MacPherson
the point is
life isn't always grand

sometimes you sink
so slow and low
  
it's agonizing and
you lose control

the point is
to be a seasoned veteran

fly oh  so high
when life's driving wild

mark it up to experience
wanting to experience

as much as I can
watching from the

sidelines cuts it
sometimes

but after a rest
I jump back in

in it to win knowing
sometimes you lose

it's been said before
keep your eyes on the prize
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