They form
Then falter
Then float away
Then dissipate
In shades of gray
Constantly changing
Never the same
The producer of shadows
We tend to call shade
Hovering up and about
The hoarders of rain
They’re what we’re sad to see go
But are happy they came

As I turn the pages
On the book of life
I foresee evolution
I weigh both wrong and right
I overcome tribulations
Of my present time
And move forward exponentially
To stimulate my mind
For all those without power
Unite and act as one
That we shouldn’t go to bed at night
Under loaded gun

I’m an echo in the distance
A dim and fading light
I’m a door without an opening
Standing tall, afraid of heights
The walls stay closed around me
I hold the key to my own cell
I blew out my only candle
Then fell down the wishing well
I’m an earthquake without a rumble
A tornado with no spin
A volcano without lava
No blue ribbon for my win
When I hear a distant holler
I take cover in self doubt
Your lips move, yet you’re silent
Whether you whisper or you shout
I stay cozy in my circle
In the comfort of my pain
I know you’re here to help me
Like sunshine drys the rain
But you cannot reach the reachless
You cannot break the chains
You can only pick up the pieces
Of whatever still remains

Storm has come with an outdoor glance
Loss of power leads to candle wax
Summer heat and sweet romance

Lit up like a jack-o’-lantern
Down the hallway comes
Spooky with an orange glow
And an unfamiliar hum

Caught up in the evenings plot
To have and hold or to have not
The warm airs circulations got
No other place to go

So we wait out the savage storm
Ferocious danger since it was born
Furious is it’s chosen norm
And runs it’s course till dawn

They navigated by touch
They could feel their way around
Without the use of sight
Without the use of sound
They tunneled until the brink
Until the earth began to shake
They tunneled with a purpose
This was no mistake

I’d have nothing more to do
With those periwinkle blues
If I turned my attention more towards scarlet red
However, should I see your baby blues
I’d have everything to lose
So I’d jump into the safety of our bed

The steps were steep and narrow
The destination, great
So I climbed until I got there
And then I had to wait
The line was long and winding
To hear what would be my fate
And came to an understanding
Of my mental state
For a lifetime of wrongdoing
And my evil traits
I was ushered into heaven
I stood at the pearly gates
Then I was sent down into purgatory
As my sins were not erased
And that is where I roam and wander
So that I may contemplate
The evil ways I spent my days
Before it was too late

“Run for the hills!”
I heard in my ear
A sound of distress
With underlined fear
“Run for the hills,”
And never look back!”
Then the voice disappeared
Stopped dead in its tracks
Maybe that voice
Was the one in my head
Warning my conscience
Of an untimely death
So I took off and I ran
To escape my own fate
Through hell, I had passage
To the white pearly gates
And when I arrived
An angel was there
To lead me to heaven
To help me prepare
For what was to come
For the inevitable fact
So I ran for the hills,
And never looked back

He savored every moment
His passion grew and grew
To wear the markings of his people
In the form of a tattoo
Tribal in its nature
A meaningful pursuit
Of history and heritage
Honesty and truth

With a beginning, there’s an end
My old forgotten friend
Those days sitting on the docks
In the summer times we spent
An ever vivid memory
Of two unremembered souls
Finding solace in each others space
Sharing highs and lows

She peered through the looking glass
Struggling to see
What the world besides her saw
When she took in air to breathe
A rare true blood American
Wild, fast, and free
Traveling through both time and space
To get back home to me

Shy as a water lily
Hunched over and cowered
Nothing could prolong the wait
For this now budding flower
Bloomed to its potential
With its scent and its curves
Thriving, despite all
To blanket the earth

I bled from the thorn of a rose
Deep rooted in the garden it grows
It took me for a spell
I fainted, then fell
Flat on my face and my nose

A perfect luscious fruit
Under summers yellow light
Sap bouncing off the window
With each passing juicy bite

Morning views and sweet perfume
Dust, wafting trough the lay
Settled on the bare hard wood
That stems from underneath the paint

A tablespoon
Of salt in wounds
Is bittersweet and ****
Spider webs
Spun anew
Imitating art
Stuck like glue
For later use
Can’t tell the two apart
I sought the truth
I have my proof
Of a captivated heart

Her words spoke volumes
They caused a fuss
Those haunting words
“I can’t save us”
It’s powerlessness
It’s a burden we all share
Flashing glimmered hope
Fades into thin air
The powers that be
Are consciously aware
Even after bloods been shed
They still don’t seem to care

I am the night that rises
I am oceans deep
It is written in the Bible
Of the lost souls that I’ve reaped
I’m the witch that cackles
That flies the skies on broom
I’m the black cat with no shadow
Despite the well lit moon
And through it all
I here the call
In the echos of the fallen
Crying for my sympathy
But their fate was always chosen

Orange sky, and mirrored plains
Across the water, along the grain
When simplicity meets chaos
The two, they must collide
Over glassy waters, well defined
Grass, leaps; to touch the clouds
Nothing anywhere around
To steal the day, take in the night
Within our reach, and out of sight

Fascinated by your inner core
Or your aura for which I need explore
You turn away, but I chase
Longing to once again,
Have your warm embrace
Sending shivers down your supple nape
For that chance to get lost; escape
Hand in hand
With mouths agape
Whilst engaging in a slow undrape
To suffice our desires

Walks along the endless trails
Amidst dandelions and daffodils
Pansies and petunias at last
Fill the air with sweet finesse
Colors bright with radiant hues
Yellows, greens, pinks, and blues
An assemblance of their beauties scent
For the utmost and their betterment
As with landscapes and with wishing wells
Fairy dust and witches spells
Plush green grass and tall thick trees
That make a Sunday walks so calm; serine

Blunders of soft intellect
Not to be taken as a fool
Red markers mark the mistakes made
For the lessons learned in school
Just like in life with red tape
Obstacles abound
And if you show up unprepared
You could end up underground

I’m a servant to my ego
That pounds upon its cage
And roars as loud as thunder
A beast in metal chains
When I unleash my ego
I’m showered with high praise
But there’s little lack of knowledge
In the circus that remains

I long for your effervescence
Your charismatic soul
That void you fill with laughter
That completes me as a whole
What I feel I know is missing
But I can’t seem to control
That lingers on for hours
And in the long run takes its toll
I’m counting down the minutes
As my anticipation grows
Searching out each moment
That you’re most likely to show
As you enter unannounced and quiet
Balanced on your tippy toes
To surprise me with your presence
All wrapped up in a bow

I aspire to new heights
From the level I’ve been at
Moving on to better things
To showcase my final act
To end my lifelong journey
Gaged by how I should react
Succumbing to, and guiding through
How I socially interact

Time, it is fleeting
Memories fade
But that doesn’t mean that the pain goes away
The ticking of time
The minutes, they pass
But the pain is resilient
And the misery lasts
Long into the future
Despite what has passed
We must remain civil
And always show class
Regardless of all damage
That disable and ****
Time isn’t lenient
But is gone in a flash
There’s no time for healing
It controls and consumes
Our life or the lack of
To escape and elude
All of the hurt
All the abuse
We give to ourselves
To deny our own truth

Thoughts appear to form a passage
A verse of cosmic flow
That indents into the paper
Through pen, and ink, and soul
From memories and experience
Through research and with time
The hardest part is starting
With everything combined

‪

‪Once my days were quite serene‬
‪My nights were there for me to dream‬
‪Now I wake and emanate a scream‬
So I ate and ate all the ice cream
There’s no more food, just canned sardines
‬I’ve completely lost my self esteem
There seems to be a pressing theme
I don’t want to turn in to a crying meme
I’m so bored indoors for quarantine‬
When will they concoct a new vaccine‬
Maybe under a new regime?

How does the lion fall in love with the lamb?
How is its thirst quenched
Without a well thought out arranged plan?
The beast of all beasts; it feasts
Until it’s done
Until the bitter end

Head down and raised hand
The only question:
Which is the one that I am;
The lion, or the lamb?

Is it a look, a sound, or a sweet scent?
Hung up and hell bent
Dispersed at a moments notice
The feeling that
transcends

Mind over matter,
Completely empowered,
Just as lambs feel,
Before being devoured

A nightmarish dream,
Filled with red streams,
And fresh meat
Unannounced, subtle, discrete
But ultra aware
Of its natural instinct
to flee
When the wolves descend
Back, back into the evergreens

Under blood clouds
Over lush land
Tree roots
And black sand

Awaken by bee stings
Vultures beaks and bat wings
Jet streams
And sweet things
The cruel world,
My reality; it seems

Just like an inferno
He raged out of control
A hundred miles an hour
Burning down the road
He took a left at Hell
He’d been there, you could tell
As he continued on down the empty highway
Heading towards the setting sun
Chased and on the run
But always staying one more step ahead

The Mystic
The Poetess
The Phoenix risen from the ash
The perception
The notion
Of finishing up last
The long standing solution
The reoccurring past
The nature of the beast
Closing in too fast
The shining mental spirit
Snake slithering in grass

I never took the leap
For fear that I might fail
I just laughed my life away
Searching for the Holy Grail
Just an object for my quest
I took no subject as my muse
Yet, I always ended up lost
And somehow more confused
I battled and I suffered
I punished and condemned
Myself for all my blunders
And my utter lack of friends
I am still the enemy
I am still class clown
I am just a lonely man
When awake or lying down
I’m a criminal of existence
I’ll steal the air you need
I pass as being human
But that’s just what is perceived
I smile and I wander
I’m not destination bound
I think I’ll just meander
Until I’m 6 feet in the ground
I couldn’t find my purpose
I did not answer the call
When it came to being successful
I completely dropped the ball
I did not help bring in a child
I did not deem it fair
And I asked no hand in marriage
Because they all seemed ill prepared
For the monster in the mirror
The freeloader breathing air
I’d tell you that it hurt me
But I just don’t really care
I am but an open book
Read me if you dare
Knowing that if it were up to me
I’d recommend the chair
🪑

Entrenched within the battlefield
The house they call a home
There’s misery and anguish
Often left alone
Witness to the rage
The hurt to all it’s causing
The victims and the pain
Behavior that’s appalling
We close our eyes
And pray for help
But all we get
Is the whipping belt

The rain had come and gone
The sun shone bright and proud
We all gazed up at the spectacle
At the rainbow in the clouds
All the colors of the spectrum
The *** of gold a tease
Waiting on the other side
The end just past the trees

How do I heal
From the words I can’t feel?
When I just can’t relate
With what I write or create?
When the moment is fleeting
When my hearts filled with hate?
Because the love that you gave me
I couldn’t reciprocate
The passion, the care
The protection from fears
So I sink to the bottom
Drowning in tears

How do I talk to an angel?
How do I touch feathered wings?
Fallen, from the graces of heaven
To live as mere mortal things

Why does the sun rise over the mountains?
Why does it set to the bottom of the sea?
Far off, in the distant horizon
Come dive into the answers with me

This life is so much more than yesterday
Tomorrow is a promise we can’t keep
Right now we’re inhaling forever
Truth, too strong for the meek

I keep asking myself
Keep wondering how…
How do I talk to an angel?
How do I touch feathered wings?
Fallen from the graces of heaven
To live as mere mortal things

The sun sets, the stars shine, the night falls
As wings are the grass roots of earth
There’s nightlife, and moonbeams, and raindrops
If I could only remember my worth
When the moment finally arises
Do I stand up tall on my feet?
Do I rise to meet the occasion?
Or wallow in my own self defeat ?

So I keep asking myself
I keep wondering how…
How do I walk with the angels?
How do I gain feathered wings?
Risen by the graces of heaven
To become royal queens and great kings

I can’t help but to stare
The way it is you’re standing there
I don’t think it to be fair
To get pushed aside so ill-prepared
So I set adrift come mornings light
Until I’m beached along the shore
I’d crash my ship on to dry land
To see you just once more

I got artists hands
I got artists feet
I got no surrender
I got no retreat
Like Jack, I grew a beanstalk
Using magic seeds

Don’t stand in my way
I got some place to be
There’s no telling where I can go
Or who I can be
Or help me go where I want to go
If I only just believe

I spent time in the devils corner
But never once knew defeat
Looking back over my shoulder
For the ones who were chasing me
Now every time when I come around
They’re taking me more seriously
Because they know that I’m on fire
I combust spontaneously

So don’t stand in my way
I got some place to be
There’s no telling where I can go
Or who I can meet
To help me go where I want to go
If I only just believe

Took out the devils daughter
I asked her to marry me
Devil said “I’m going to get my gun
They’ll find you dead mysteriously”
Took her across the border
Chasing after both our dreams
Now this might sound a little peculiar
But nothing is as it seems

So don’t stand our way
We got some place to be
There’s no telling where we can go
Or who we can be
Or help us go where we want to go
If we only just believe

Had a baby with the devils daughter
Named her Angeline
Had her christened in holy water
Took up a new philosophy
Raised my hands up to the clouds
Screamed out victoriously
Said “I’m an artist from down below
Is there someone there that I can speak?”
God looked me in the eye
Said, “Son, you’re a freak!”

“I wouldn’t stand in your way
You’ve  got some place to be
There’s no telling what you can do
Or who you can be
Tell me where you want to go
But I recommend you come sit next to me”

Woke up the next morning
Back in New Orleans
And the girl sleeping in my bed
Was the ugliest thing I’d ever seen
And that’s when I said to myself
“That’s the last time I ever drink!”
It was all just a dream.

It was his sacred duty
To harvest inner beauty
To bring together both a woman and a man
He searched throughout the city
Found someone more pretty
Than any other in the city he had planned
He relished his new findings
Saw the silver lining
And knew they would be highly in demand
Then he set after a suitor
In hopes to find a wooer
And join the two forever hand in hand

Those pretty eyes of crystals glimmer
In moonlight shimmers
In sparkling rivers
Those pretty eyes of disbelief
Causing tremors beneath my feet
Shy and humble
Elite petite
Batting eyes of pure mystique  
To lasso every man you meet
Just to have them bow and admit defeat

Smoke rings are still rising
From a pair of shades
With a cigarette wrapped around by lips
Cool, calm, and collective
Gaining some perspective
From disinterest in a formidable domain
The hurricane was tragic
Felt a little anti-climatic
And nothing will ever be the same

My words are my shield
As the pen that I wield
Protects me and frees me of pain
All at once they’re combined
From my heart and my mind
And they keep me from going insane
My words are my force
That unbolts the course
That restrains and prevents how I thrive
They’re weapons unleashed
From my internal beast
That remind me that I’m still alive
And when I am through
And I’ve spoken my truth
You’ll know that what I say is real
My word is my bond
From here to beyond
That cuts through hot butter like steel

Forge ahead to the your golden years
Leave the past behind
Where trouble brews and paid dues
Get the best of you you’ll find
Do not dwell on past regrets
Make new experiences your fix
Where the magic is in your attitude
Not made up parlor tricks
Forgive and move on, to a life to call your own
If pathetic was the word used, at a time you felt alone
Do not be misguided
Instead, fulfill your dreams
Because the past can only  
bring you down
And drop you to yours knees
Resentment is the devils tool
To lead you far astray
Give in only to your latitude
And pray you find your way

A single flower blooms
In winters cold embrace
It’s there the fair maiden sits
Where autumns been replaced
The cold winds blow in the north
But the maiden’s filled with awe
She’s enamored by the single rose
Legends and folklore

A nudge
The insolent refused to budge
Caught hand in the cookie jar
Mouth covered in dark brown fudge
A petulant child
Unworthy, cries to mum
Be it lack of knowledge
Or just plain dumb
Floor covered in cookie crumbs
More than half the world
Says his time has come

‪Bits of liquid color‬
‪With shades of grey portrayed ‬
‪Trees are standing lifeless‬
‪Not a single leaf remains‬
‪It’s winter in a painting ‬
‪With tones of color sprinkled in‬
‪It’s the warmth shown by the people‬
‪To help replicate their skin‬
Hues of red and yellow
And buildings dark as night
That separates the contrast
Between black and white

He’s accepted his condition
That’s hindered his ambition
Putting on an exhibition
Rooted deep within tradition
He takes on all opposition
Then redefines the definition
Making his own rendition
Using verbal ammunition
Thoughts he’d hide away from others
Which contradicts his inhibition
There isn’t that much thought involved
It’s his own conscious decision
To spread the love, the vision
Of an unsigned Welsh musician
That’s still overcoming obstacles
And put in an unwanted imposition
Yet, he continues on his mission
Turning dreams into fruition
Rising tides so big, they’re renvolutionized
Based in facts, not superstition

I grow naturally suspicious
When you sleepwalk past my heart
It’s my only inclination
That we’re growing far apart
Could be I’m just paranoid
To lose you to your dreams
I hope my inclination to your destination
Isn’t what it seems
You journey towards the window at night
A window I locked tight
So you don’t open up the latch
Attempting to take flight
Is this your subconsciouses doing
Should I be terrified to sleep
For fear of losing you to you
Am I protector of the weak
Are you a vessel for your demons
Are you at their beckoned call
Do they lift you up by angels wings
Just to watch you fall
I am not a savior
Barely a protector of myself
But I’ll battle with you until the end
If that’s any sort of help
I’ll brandish out my sword
I will wield my shield
I’ll listen to every single word
Until all has been revealed
Until all the evils gone
No more optical illusions
But the will to carry on

I’ve walked on down the corridor
I’ve knocked on every single door
To find out the whole truth and more
But all I get are questions that have no answers
I talk until my face turns blue
But that has nothing to do with you
It’s cold but my body’s staying warm
I reach out to touch you, my dear
There’s no need for fright or fear
I love you, and that’s the entire truth
You’re the essence of my forgotten youth
That keeps me sane and grounded towards the future
You have my heart and pull my strings
My angel with her angel wings
Your good nature overwhelms me
I see the light in the darkness now
I never thought when, why, or how
I’d ever find contentment
With you and I side by side
My head held high and full of pride
That’s how you’ll always be remembered
Forever till the day I die
I’ll wipe your tears each time you cry
Until every tear turns into a smile
That’s my single mission in life
To bring you joy, instead of strife
It’s all I can do to repay you
For everything you’ve done and do
And I thank you for the person I’ve become