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

In an argumental state
Pedal to the floor
If apples were your brain food
They’d be rotten to the core
In a vegetative state
Solemn to be sure
The negative reaction
To the poetry of war

Humanities sick, somewhat unwell
With pen and ink, I’ll write a new spell
A spell that could bring you right out of your shell
And bring some good fortune to this living hell
The spell was constructed right out of a book
There were no kinds of potions, nothing to cook
Just mind over matter and a confident look
And that is the pathway that I chose, and I took
But to my own knowledge, from what I can tell
Nothing‘s been working, not even my spell

Releaser of the beasts
Breaker of the chains
Destroyer of the land
Or what’s left of the remains
Hard time finding answers
When awarenesses were raised
But quick to take the credit
When they’re dishing out the praise
Dance among the shadows
Get physically engaged
Then drop the posh facade
As if you were enraged
Stand on your moral high ground
That got somehow rearranged
And save a moments worth of clarity
That’s been hounding you for days

With the puppy’s curiosity peeked
The bumblebee moved cautiously
The bee whispers in his ear
That the pup has little to fear
And with big brown eyes and scruffy tail
And for this encounter not to fail
The bumblebee decides to bail
For the puppy it was a lesson learned
For the bee to show his true concern

The quest
To seek and explore
Armed with his binoculars,
A writing pad, and more
To excavate and accumulate
Treasure troves galore
But the hardest part
Is the start
Once you open up the door

Spiral cleanser
Warped with spheres
Dissipates throughout the years
Earths gone missing
Down the hole
The more you see, the less you know
Out of our hands
Out of control
I rang the bell
And lost my soul
Through the chute
To parts unknown
Holding on to precious stones
So tight that they turned to coal
Where diamonds hide
And faith runs low
A design flaw
An after glow
Down into the rabbit hole

He was wealthy, but was fair
A multi-millionaire
He had a racket in the city
A businessman with flare
He listened to his buyers
And gave them what they wanted
As he made his way to the top, undaunted
He was quick to turn a buck
Had no need for luck
He was king among the people who were pawns
He made the poor the rich
Then wound up in a ditch
And that’s exactly why we hear of him no more

‪My favorite thing about the rain‬
‪Is the sound it makes‬
‪Dropping down to the earth ‬
‪Helping me sleep when I’m awake‬
‪The coziness and danger‬
‪Ever lie in wait nearby‬
‪Sitting by the fire ‬
‪Trying to stay dry‬
While looking out the window
Admiring the sky
‪And watching each and every droplet‬
‪Shimmer in the light‬

Dark and filled with mystery
The raven mocks and squawks
Hovering in the dead of night
Or perched on the rooftops
Seeking with their beady eyes
For an easy prey
Then attacking it on sight
In the field in which it lay

All I wanted was to finish first
A way to value my own self-worth
To walk with pride
Head held high
Nothing scripted;
Unrehearsed
Hands raised in true victory form
Unlike the consistently meager norm
Just once to feel the cheers out loud
To walk amongst the peerless clouds
The silver lining
The light of day
A victory they can’t take away
Trophies, medals,
Certificates
I want it all to boost my confidence
The feeling of triumph and joy
To rise above;
The real McCoy

He creeps at night in shadows
The keeper of the time
When certain death grows nearer
The reaper comes alive
He wears no face of evil
He has no face at all
He is the sender of the souls
But will they rise or fall?

I’m mired in new war decals
Complete from head to toe
Most of them are anti-war
But some of them are pro
Where there’s conflict
There’s unrest
I’m not easily impressed
We need love
We need a splash in the pan
A gunman undercover
And some coffee in a can
We need joy
A crack of the whip
One solitary lover
That’s pretty well equipped
We need hope
A crash on the shore
An anti-revolution
And the reason that it’s for

It’s his bottle of light
That fills empty cups
It’s his melody that touches our souls
It’s the words that hit home
For the scared and alone
That leads them past the fiery coals
It’s a glimmer of hope
A pause in the scope
That allows us a moment to feel
To connect in a sense
Under no false pretense
To the sounds with a vast loved appeal
It’s his journey embarked
That we feel apart
Watching him grow and transform
In front of our eyes
His music revives
And shields us from the eye of the storm
From mainstream to obscure
His message is pure
He sings, and the audience hears
His guitar is his wand
That tightens the bond
To the things that we all hold most dear
And it’s artists like him
That keep us filled to the brim
With joy that they’re sharing their gift
With something to say
In a meaningful way
Through performances that shouldn’t be missed
He implements ideas
That brings crowds to tears
When evoking emotional tones
Or he’s quick with a pun
In lighthearted fun
Using beats that he made on his own
He’s a writer, producer
A linguistic abuser
Using rhymes that are multi-complex
His schemes are unreal
He’s got skill; the real deal
And he’s not shy to show you or flex
He’s a force on the scene
Far from routine
He’s got a voice that needs to be heard
He’s got an ear for his pitch
That’s melodic and rich
And he’s got talent that’s borderline absurd

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

Not much to decipher
In this godforsaken place
But the thought of ever leaving
Leaves a bitter taste
The land is on a reservation
With spirits free to roam
Which can be disturbing to some
Yet, we still call it home

Was it the bell on his collar?
Or maybe his marbled pattern fur?
But really, it was his comfort
That I look back fond on how things were
He was as docile as ferocious
Each obstacle achieved
I’d send a stick one thousand feet
Just to be retrieved

It was my normalized behavior
I was completely in control
I had a chance to falter
But I put back what I stole
I’ve lost my nerve to battle
To find perfection in my craft
And I’ve come to find out consequences
Can set you on a righteous path

The river weeps for no one
Until it crashes with the tide
Then it settles on the seaside
Taken for it’s pride

The ruler that can measure love
And compromise the silence
Is one that celebrates your memories
And stands there in defiance
It hones in on your deepest fears
Then forms a new alliance
To counteract the wayward thoughts
Then come to a compliance
And if you lose your train of thought
And you resort to only violence
Then register your fists, and make sure that they’re licensed

I’m in line on the runway waiting to take flight. Not sure where I’ll be landing or what the weather will be like. Will I reach my destination? Will I get up off the ground? Will I slowly make my way or will I reach the speed of sound? Will I seek out self-destruction and contribute to my own demise? Will I believe in all I hear or what I see with my own eyes? Will my life be good to me?
Will I grow up strong?
Or will I be proven right for what I knew all along?

‪Her memories are fading‬
‪Her children are all grown‬
‪But they cannot be bothered‬
‪And the house is not a home‬
‪She wonders where the time has gone‬
‪And what still lies ahead‬
‪When just today she had trouble ‬
‪Getting out of bed‬
Her husband has been dead for years
She looked to him for all
She had everything invested
But had no crystal ball
She was helpless, scared, and lost
And she paid a heavy cost
Just in order to maintain some balance
She was alive, but dead inside
With nothing to decide
It’s been years since she last cried
It’s like she’s in a fog without a forecast of it clearing

The scar I wish stayed
So I can remember that day
When we were just young and oblivious
We worshiped the moon
Because the sun came too soon
And we liked the dark because it was mysterious
Sometimes the rain can engulf the flame
And save us from the spreading wild fires
When scars remain
It proves you’ve felt pain
And sometimes that’s our only desire

The seashell washed ashore
That rode in on the tide
Looking for a hermit crab
To seek shelter inside
A cover for protection
A most welcoming host
Then to head back to the ocean
And vanish off the coast

Come autumn, leaves fall
Many, not all
Making way for changes in time
The seasons blend in
They end and begin
When the wind stiffens up on a dime
The sky turns to gray
When winter comes way
In a fury, out on the line
Just on the cusp
With no one to trust
Like a villain, committing a crime

The shadow man
Is the man
Behind the saxophone
His cap is on
His cheeks are red
And hot ****, he’s in the zone!
Now shadow man
Has some fans
That came to watch the show
He plays with heart
He plays like art
And you know he plays with soul!

The shortest verse
May quench the thirst
Of a thousand tearless eyes
When loves reversed
My heart strings burst
And I don a fake disguise
One that smiles bravely
One that shows no fear
When inside all I can think about
Is how to disappear

The sun creeps over the horizon
Shines down on the sea
As if the sun were shy at first
Mixed in with curiosity
Yet, grows bolder with each moment
That goes passing by
Until finally, the sun is full in sight
Covering the sky

The sinner, is in her
On the ledge of a cliff
There was a time awhile back
When she could’ve flipped the script
But she caved and got swallowed up
By a Freudian slip
Showered her feelings
Till the very last drip
But when it was all said and done
She lay still in her crypt

The skies forgotten letters
The moon exposed at night
Bottle after bottle
Of afternoon delight
Frozen in the freezer
Cold, and blue in hand
Dancing with the devil
With my soul in high demand
I played music with my fiddle
Until the sun crept through the trees
Waiting on the skies forgotten letters
To put my mind at ease
I played and won my freedom
My soul was mine to keep
Until the day that I’m no longer
And the reaper comes to reap

You could almost see it coming
That existence ceased to be
A disenchanted moment
In a world of make-believe
Fireworks, explosions
Mother Nature’s wrath
Striking down upon us
Till we’re blown right off the map
The demolition of society
The one forgotten seed
That grew into an empire
Thirsting after greed
The beginning of the end
A fundamental flaw
Built inside the mind
To mimic what they saw
Through no fault of their own
In the wrong place and time
Subliminal manipulation
Taught to feel sublime
Avoiding all catastrophe
Laying only waste
No “welcome home”doormat to find
Only voids in time and space

Through the sleeping branches
That shiver in the night
Shadows loom in unison
Despite the pale moonlight
Droopy leaves that dangle
Remorseful and contrite
Falling into spinning winds
Without putting up a fight

The garden flowers
Are fresh with dew
The morning air
Is sweet perfume
Just past the gate
The sun’s awake
Farewell to the sleeping moon

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

It had gotten loose
The speckle bellied goose
That flew into the windshield of my car
He was knocked down with a jolt
A scene my eyes revolt
And now the goose walks proudly with his scar

Reminiscing of days past
Through broken frames
And shattered glass
The spectacle
The all too familiar scene
The twisting plot
My hopes and dreams
A chance to ask to be redeemed
If I only had the means
Meandering through social thought
Glasses fogged with steam
Taking in the panoramic view
The likes I’ve never seen

I wear the spring of evergreens
I’m clothed in desert sand
I trudge around the rainforest
With a machete in my hand
I bathe myself in Autumn rain
I steam on molten rock
I search the heavens and into space
Like the works of Galilei

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

Full moon lurking in the stark and desolate sky
Moonlight shining down on unsuspecting passers by
Moonbeams and serenades
The apple of my eye
Which can only lead to passion
In the stillness of the night

Along the straight and narrow road
That leads to better things
Wind pressing up against my back
While being pulled by strings
To the left, the great big ocean
To the right, the woods and trees
Traveling to my destination; home
Now somewhere in between

There’s a noodle in my strudel
A pastry light and brown
We don’t know how it got there
But was lucky it was found
To bite into my strudel
A surprise, you could tell
Could cause me to get sickly
But eventually get well

Buried in her study
She melted in the words
Of the book that she was reading
And was not to be disturbed
The outer world loomed too large
But the tiny print was small
In her own imagination
Her perception was it all
With all of her surroundings
Dripping down the walls
She held tight to her imaginary world
Doing anything to stall

I’d go to any measure
As not to hear you cry
Don’t think that I take any pleasure
In extended long goodbyes
I’d take you to wherever
Come rain or come shine
Splashing puddles in some crazy weather
The apple of my eye
Resting head on pillow
The sweetest lullaby

I could not revive
The sycamore tree
Sickened by disease
A tree that stood a hundred years
An entire century
It had succumb to a virus
That made it lose its leaves
And now the naked sycamore tree
Shivers with the breeze