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Scot Powers Mar 2013
Sitting by the tarmac
as the fog settles in
my mind and heart
trace the pathways
where you've been
I've givin of my soul to you
oh so selflessly
yet sometimes I have to think
it's a one way street

Again I feel the fool
who played and danced in vain
for the palace royalty
then taken out and hanged
I hope that this is not the case
but my heart is growing faint
all I've ever wanted from you
is to be your friend unchained

Don't cry or curse
when I am gone
It's what you planned all along
to rob me of my will to be
stabbing my soul so visciously
I don't know what I did to you
except maybe try to love you

yet time and time
and time again
it's all the same
in the end
Scot Powers May 2013
Faded blue dress and cigarettes
she waits for me
vacant eyes still reflect
some burning need
all the things that she's been through
have left her weak
wish she could shake it all off
and spread her wings

She can wake to a brand new light
playing all your songs tonight
remember your happy times
rejoice in the light

Facing yet another day
it seems surreal
how life between four walls
can make you feel
faded pictures and faded dreams
strike back every day
reflecting on a life never lived
to pass the day

She can wake to a brand new light
playing all your songs tonight
remember your happy times
rejoice in the light

watching the decline day by day
makes one feel
if I could just make it right
the joy she'd feel
but there's nothing I can do
to make her sing
so I'll be here all along
waiting in the wings

she can wake to a brand new light
singing all your songs tonight
remember your happy times
rejoice in the light
rejoice in the light
Scot Powers Feb 2013
there you stand before me
looking pretty full of grace
memories restore me
to that special place
where I remain

Oh I remain
I remain.. your friend

Wasting time looking backwards
always leaves a bitter taste
memories out of sequence
to me they're all the same
where I remain

Oh I remain
I remain your friend

Circumstance and superstition
they both had a part to play
never waste another moment
gotta keep moving forward
everyday

'Cause I remain, I remain
your friend
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Dancing clowns in the market square today
birds are singing,wind brushes my face
people laughing,people clapping , having a good time
sadly feels like I awoke in a different time

As I look around I slowly see
everything is as real as I want it to be
a lesson learned from a book I read long ago
seems to be the only thing is to let go

as the day fades away
and the moonlight glows
staring at the midnight sky
the mood seems to flow

I want to wake to this again
I want to take you by the hand
I want to wake to this again
I want to live like this again
Scot Powers Mar 2013
I
  wish
I could see
  myself
       as
   others
     see
      me
Scot Powers Feb 2013
Recorded message
from an old friend
maybe a new one
hard to say
caught emotion
on the airwaves
reminds me of my
better days

Well I won't call this home
I won't call this home
I won't call this home
but I can't , can't stay away
buy I can't..

Standard postage on a letter
seems a price
that's fair to pay
smiling face
suits you better
tears leave
their winding trace

Well I won't call this home
I won't call this home
I won't call this home
but I can't ,can't stay away
but I can't....
Scot Powers Oct 2013
Alone in the hollow
the mist settles in
hair begins arising
first pangs of fear

snap goes a twig
just to your left
keenly you listen
dare not a breath

you search for a reason
around and within
why your so startled
quaking within

you laugh off the feelings
putting them out of mind
and then you move forward
along a broken fence line

decrepit and abandoned
this lonely old road
through Jacobs hollow
slowly you go

a soft gurgling noise
penetrates the night
a sliver of moon
casts a grim light

never should have come
to yourself you do say
I should have waited
for the light of day

another twig snaps
this time to your right
looking all around
nothing in sight

you dart to the left
expecting the worse
when a fawn erupts
from the woods by the trail

you laugh to your self
what a fool you have been
shake yourself off
strike forth once again

the covered bridge lies
a short distance away
marking the point
half the distance
has been made

Oh just to be home
safe in your bed
but the legend of the hollow
just had to be dared

a cackling laugh
carried by the wind
opens your eyes
startles again

a light in the entrance
of the covered bridge
flickering slowly
making shadows dance

you catch a slight movement
out of the corner of your eye
there in the shadows
you can see the eye shine

the gurgling sound
again yet much nearer
settles in your mind
now blank with fear

the shadow it lunges
at you from its lair
backwards you scramble
screaming in fear

running away
as fast as you can
you should not have ventured
this night on the land

a feast for the beast
now you will become
if you can not make it
out of the hollow

a quarter mile to go
screaming you sprint
escaping the clutches
on this you are bent

at last you've arrived
not a second to soon
as the beast jumped
it was dissolved by the moon

You cry out a thanks
there on the ground
dust your self off
and settle on your way

home where it's safe
never again will you go
to Jacobs hollow
alone in the fall
Scot Powers Feb 2013
My memories have been hijacked
by a persons jealousy
insecure people  just cannot see
they judge you by their morals
pressed down upon you
I must suppress my anger now
for cooler heads prevail

I thought I understood
just a little bit
but clearly as I see things
I am a little hurt
biting on my lip
pacing in my house
like an animal in a cage

It really is no wonder
my mind is in this shape
the gift of stone you gave me
gives me clarity
just one more moment
is all I really need
to tell you just how I feel
and what you've meant to me

You've drawn me out of my shell
again for all to see
my armour has been dented
but my heart is still clean
I will always think of you
in friendship I'm still keen
I've had the same discussions
about this very thing

but the conclusion that I came to
in turn set me free
free from reprisal
and all it's ***** deeds
for friendship with you
is the most important thing.
Scot Powers Jan 2014
Running on empty
the way that I roll
rebel for nothing
can't find a cause
dissidant   reason
stems the flow
distant horizon
for which I've set course

Just around the corner
I stand to make a change
just around the corner
I stand to make some gains

Measured reactions
to words laced with barbs
unreal sensations
leaves me quite stunned
brash objections
to all that I've done
makes me wonder
where I went wrong

Just around the corner
I stand to make a change
Just around the corner
I stand to make some gains
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Sitting by the railroad tracks,watching the trains
slowly, move away(its a game)
All the miles and all the whiles
I wonder just what we gained

Just one night I stayed, Just one night I played
Just one night I stayed, just one night I played

It's been a long time coming
This change come over me
It's been a long time coming
I guess it's up to me

Standing back,watching the veil fall away
revealing things you just could not say(its a game)
I remember the look on your face,when I walked away(its a shame)
there were tears for sure ,but were they real,its hard to say

Just one night I stayed,just one night I played
just one night I strayed ,Just one night  I played

Its been a long time coming
this change come over me
Its been a long time coming
I guess its up to me.
its been a long time coming,
Scot Powers Mar 2013
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I am sorry my friends child took control of comp while i was away.. all credit for this masterpiece goes to JacobSantano..
Scot Powers Mar 2013
looking out my window
slightly dreamily
my thoughts  start to wander
to friendship
and what that means
having someone to share
all those special things
why can't we just get along
like Lennon sings

greatly appreciated
are the simple things
that this life can teach us
if we are willing
to listen very carefully
to what is really said
get the true meaning
behind  each word that is sent

But far too often
we fail to really see
caught up in selfish desires
intent on our own needs
when our actions
wound a soul
it never is repaired
all that we can really do
is move on hoping we learned

I have come to realize
that there is no other way
concentrate on being the one
to waken a new day
I have lived my past  a fool
but now I am awake
pay attention to the ones you love
or the price you'll pay
of sitting all alone
at the window
wondering.......
Scot Powers Feb 2013
Liberty, Oh Liberty
How I do seek thee
free from all fear of man
free to live in a peaceful land
having what you own be yours
not a slave to foreign shores

Liberty, Oh Liberty
are you just a dream
everyone has equal say
everyone has their day
walk with out need
of a helping hand
walk with a smile
gracing the land

Liberty,Oh Liberty
Hast thou forsaken me
littered lives are everywhere
without so much
as a backwards glare
abandoned homes
and broken stuff
too much dependence
on the good 'ol Gov.

Liberty ,Oh Liberty
oh how I still seek thee
to stand beside our fellow man
preserve the freedoms
bought on the sands
from the aggressors
where they stand
free to reach the stars above
free to reach the heights of love

Liberty,Oh Liberty
how I do seek thee
Scot Powers Feb 2013
I am not always fair
nor should I be
that is the only way
sometimes for you to see
Scot Powers Mar 2013
I wonder why
you don't like me at times
I only give you
what the bell gives the chime
Scot Powers Jan 2015
Lightly you did enter
at first merely a thought
but steadily each day it seems
you are closer to my heart

what is this fascination
that has me in its grip
fighting to keep my balance
as my deck begins to tip

tossed about relentlessly
the loving waves begin to crush
all the weight pressed down on me
oh it's such a rush
Scot Powers Feb 2015
The kettle started boiling
as our clothes fell to the floor
that little whistle blowing
as we sought each others love
you grasped, I probed
so willingly
we both fell to the floor
locked in sweet ecstasy
lust pushed love out the door
Scot Powers Apr 2013
Standing, on the other side of lonely
looking in
waiting,like a becalmed sailor
for the wind
looking , for a reason not to shed
another tear
feeling like a paper doll tossed
by the wind

But those long goodbyes
are taking up our time
bring forth all your tears
those long goodbyes
strain our two lives
desperately , clutching the years

Talking,to help myself remember
who I am
Journeys a thousand miles out and back
I've been
discovering, what a loss and what a fool
I've been
hoping, for redemption and another
invite in

But those long goodbyes
keep taking up our time
bring forth all your tears               x2
those long goodbyes
straining our lives
desperately, clutching the years        

Seeing, you standing in my doorway
once again
knowing, that this is exactly where
you should have been
touching, softly kissing the one that
I've missed
loving,for forever it's always
where we've been

But those long goodbyes
keep taking up our time
bring forth all your tears
those long goodbyes
straining our lives
desperately clutching the years      X2
a new one for the upcoming album.
Scot Powers Feb 2013
Lost my direction
along the way
facing rejection
everyday
I search for solace
in strangers eyes
go away
like a lonely sentry on the plain

I see myself this way
but reality
crushes me down
just the same
wanted to lash out
and spread the blame
I was lost
but now I've
found my way

facing an addiction
is a strain
like being locked out
in the rain

I see my life this way
I'm much stronger now
than I was yesterday
wanted to lash out
and spread the blame
I was lost
now I've found my way
i've found my way
Scot Powers Jun 2013
As the ink
dries on the page
a listless feeling
does engage

Melancholy thoughts
long summer days
innocence lost
merciful haze

Thinking back
to those days
sends a quiver
through my veins

Horror revealed
in your eyes
as I relate
this sickly tale

Taken from
the school playground
broken trust
the color light brown

I wish I knew
a name to match
the blurry vision
baseball cap

I cried for help
you came to me
broke the window
set me free

If not for you
I might not be
able to write
this sad story

I thank you now
like everyday
by making the most
of the life you saved

I can still hear
footsteps ringing out
coming up the stairs
to finish me off

Breaking glass
the sound does thrill me
it is the sound
of being set free
Scot Powers Dec 2013
As the flickering images
slowly fade from the screen
emotions have been heightened
as darkness recedes
there sits a witness
to the fact
and to the screen
salty drops
of his soul
roll slowly down his cheeks

The memories returned
as they always do
an emotional pain filled journey
passing through the gloom
from joy filled times
to tragedy
he'd surely seen them all
watching the years go slowly by
how long must it go on

How long must one suffer
until they feel the need
to throw off that cloak
set their soul free
look upon past folly
with an ear to ear grin
cheering like a spectator
at a title event

A life can be wasted
by sitting idly
whining and pining
lamenting your days
Life can be hard
and rarely is it fair
but the strength of your spirit
has got you to here

Here at the crossroads
a choice must be made
a path must be traveled
a toll must be paid
but how you accept
is all up to you
remember this when
memories haunt you
Scot Powers Feb 2013
If I think back to the time
that I am fond of most
I think it would have to be
drifting in the boat
peacefulness was abundant
on that summer day
floating about aimlessly
playing funny games

Looking to the sky I seen
a hole right through th clouds
so I fantasized that it was
a time warp here and now
I wondered if I'd get ****** in
if I went below
but all that came through it was
a lovely rainbow

It came down to the surface
and from there it did grow
So I thought that maybe this mirage
wouldn't go
but it faded quickly
into the growing mist
there I saw a dragon
its tail slowly flicked
as it let a deep roar
from its parted lips

I daresay I was mezmerized
by this very sight
this is why to this day
I shudder with the fright
of seeing something so unique
it cannot be explained
I can only chalk it up
to the games the mind can play
Scot Powers Jan 2014
Sitting here reflecting
upon a friend now lost
missing all the moments
when we brought down the walls

The music it was magic
the feelings moving with the time
changing yet always constant
a never rhyming rhyme

Ten years they passed so swiftly
t'was really quite a ride
the bands they changed
yet we remained
bonded for the time

Ups and downs
there were a few
we crossed the divide
living for the songs
one living note at a time

Nobody had
the same rapport
nobody ever could
nobly we played the notes
man it was good

You have gone
Yet I remain
a true and solid friend
remembering with fondness
all the moments spent

These two years
have gone so quick
it's really hard to digest
sometimes I sit and listen
you really haven't left
Two years ago today Brian Guest was killed in a tragic motorcycle accident, we played together for a decade we laughed , we learned , but most importantly WE PLAYED!
I miss you my brother.
R I P  Brian Guest  Apr 14 1973 - Jan 8 2012
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Aching, waiting
for my friend to arrive
whom I have missed
for so many nights
off to visit a foreign land
off to visit her loving man

I'm not sure what
I miss most
her smiling face
her button nose
her cheerful humor
her cutting prose
but there is one thing
I know for sure
the time has been long
with out her here
Scot Powers Dec 2013
Moonlight danced upon me
lighting my darkened path
searching ever seeking
a partner for this dance
will you come and take a chance
a twirl in the night
while laughing close together
searching each others eyes

Moonlight danced upon us
as we twirled to and fro
laughing and rejoicing
making patterns in the snow
living for the moment
breathe each and every breath
sharing moments together
along this winding path
Scot Powers Apr 2016
Drifting through those foggy years
wading through the pain and tears
sorting out the right from wrong
Letting go and moving on

Standing taller than before
understanding lies were told
Living in your sordid past
Innocence fell hard and fast

Moving forward forgiving all
hoping your not feeling small
for acting out on misplaced trust
betrayal.. cloaked by  lust

Here today I set you free
all the anger holding me
the weight that held me down
Shed that skin upon the ground

Tomorrow I will look at thee
as someone whom I miss dearly
but today your actions set the course
for the path that you have chose
Scot Powers Mar 2013
Fleeting glimpse
of joyus times
reflections of
my souls eye

Coming forth
into the day
all that's been said
has slipped away

Forever on
an uncharted course
uncertainly travel
adventure is yours

Stop when you can
reflect upon needs
act out if your able
that's how our souls feed

Sitting closely
with one that you love
nothing compares
fits like a glove

Going a bit further
than you had planned too
might be just the thing
you need to do

Never be afraid
to say how you feel
there might not be tomorrow
to defer to

Be the one
that you want to be
don't fall into
someone else's ideal

Stand on your own
bend with the wind
weather the storm
but never give in
Scot Powers Mar 2013
The more that goes down your throat
barriers start to crumble
find yourself doing things
you could not imagine
nights still young
so you think
nothings going to happen
the next thing you know
your whole life is shattered
don't cry to me

'Cause you won't get my sympathy
don't want to hear it anymore
well I can't make no gaurantees
I've seen this all before

the choices that you make
really make me wonder
where your head is at
your spinning out of control
all that's important now
is another meeting in the alley
load the pipe and lock the door

well you won't get my sympathy
don't want to hear it anymore
well I can't make no gauantees
I've heard the lies before

Can't you see what your doing to yourself
got to make the choice
life or a sad end
when you look in her eyes
can't you feel the pain
when your both older now
you'll still feel the pain

well you won't get my sympathy
don't want to hear it anymore
I can't make no gaurantees
now I 'm walking right out the door.
This is another song thaat was written way back in 2003 and was part of the
"some days your the dog, someday's the hydrant ! "album
Scot Powers Feb 2013
You know I find it funny
when I look back
yesterdays mistakes
always have a payback
you stand in  line
for your little taste of pleasure
do you really think
you've had your measure

Oh but  I can't,
can't waste my days
I got things to say
please don't walk away
now I see

You can whine and pine
feeling lonely
feeling sorry for yourself
loathing
accept the fact
that you are only human
better get your ***
back in the action

Oh but I can't
can't waste my days
I got things to say
but I can't look away
'cause  now I see
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Old man winter
came to call
seems so bitter
worse than fall
howling winds
drifting snow
bites right through you
leaves you raw
only those who understand
what it's like in a frozen land
appreciate the spring time thaw
warm and cozy like a shawl
I can hardly wait till then
the warming days
and balmy wind
they give way
to rainy days
when flowers grow
and children play
summer comes and goes so fast
warm days slip into the past
from long days
nights grow cold
fall arrives almost untold
just in time to chill the bones
Old man winter rises soon
how the changes come too soon
Scot Powers Jan 2023
The deck is awash
Wind rips the sails
The crying and screaming
The birds and the waves
My senses are reeling
Can this be real
"All hands on deck!"
Old Skippy screams

Wet  rigging is whipping
Can barley grab hold
Cold rain beats down
Chilling my soul
The cries of my mates
Can barely be heard
All know their place
Their tasks are secured

Float as we may
A mere cork on the sea
Holding out hope
Riding the waves
May God have mercy
Upon all our souls
Cried the ships Chaplin
Old Skippy just groaned

A lifetime at sea
More days than on land
The old crusty mariner
Had many a scare
No longer bothered
by things such as fate
Calmly he waited
Claimed by the waves.....
Scot Powers Feb 2013
One last time
for old times sake
seems to me to be
the most common
and costly mistake
there has ever been
like one more for the road
it has slipped into the past
a common misconception
I hope it's not your last.

Do you ever wonder
just why we have these sayings?
a decent dose of common sense
will get you through the days
don't rely on witchcraft
or a mystic's read on leaves
just depend upon yourself
and your self preserving ways
for if you listen
to your gut
because it never lies
an unknown intuition
lies just behind your eyes

Just like a hog in mud
or black birds on the line
our very purpose here
really is divine
so throw your hands
up to the sky
and thank the universe
for all the blessing's in your life
it really could be worse
Scot Powers Mar 2014
Fool them all each day it seems
double life bursting at the seams
straddle the line life or death
keep it going never going to rest

feels so good when your on the edge
climbing higher
never enough I said
all the lies that you've told before
don't matter when your cold on the floor

You bought a one way ticket
a one way ticket
you bought  a one way ticket
down

meet the dealer out back again
stained reality always there
you can taste it feel it in your gut
euphoric rush fills your soul with rot

Feels so good when your on the edge
climbing higher never enough I said
all the lies that you've told before
don't matter when your cold on the floor

you bought a one way ticket
a one way ticket
you bought a one way ticket down
Scot Powers Jan 2013
A timeless void
dark and vast
crushing weight of the past
slowly rises to the fore
gliding past my bedroom door
all it wants is my soul
for darker reasons left untold
I curse aloud
and quake with fear
rancid breath,very near
blood red eyes meet my gaze
taste the fear in this place
now and then when I cry
I often think of that time
all alone with my thoughts
a broken window,then pulled out
heavy footsteps on the stair
I have finally made it out of there.
Scot Powers Jan 2013
As I sit and shake my head
hurt and bruised by the words you said
I look about and wonder why
I have not already said goodbye
perhaps it is not the season
perhaps you don't see reason
all I know is that when I'm here
I pace the halls in constant fear
of what I may say or do
to draw your ire the way I do
I know my daughter needs a dad
but I think I will soon go mad
I know I can't take much more
before I am out the door
Scot Powers Dec 2013
The professor was mad
it was clear to us all
fantastic ideas
right off the wall
seeing the world
through his crooked way
gave all of us students
laughter for days

We reported for class
on the 15th of May
I must now confess
a memorable day
his topic that day
was a paradise lost
deep in the jungles
he'd go at all cost's

An expedition he'd mount
would I like to go ?
adventure soon seemed
to grip my soul
I talked with my parents
I talked with my girl
they all encouraged
this voyage from home

We gathered supplies
that we thought we'd need
but not knowing for sure
a gamble indeed
we then secured passage
on a ***** steamer
destined for the island
where the valley lay hidden

The day soon arrived
when we bid goodbye
to friends and our family
my girl she cried
she begged me be safe
and stay far from harm
I turned to leave
and she grabbed my arm

The look in her eyes
I'll never forget
searching and longing
full of regret
I may never return
or if I can
I may not remain
the very same man

I gently reassured her
we will be safe
upon our arrival
we will celebrate
The professor will lecture
to very large crowds
we will get married
and then settle down

Two weeks at sea
torture to me
rolling and bobbing
like a cork in the sea
the professor would not
let this deter him
stolidly he put on
a very brave grin

Over the horizon
the island took form
soon we were being
rowed into shore
the coxswain advised
they'd be back at slack tide
we'd better be there
or they'd leave us behind

We gathered our goods
right there on the beach
took a read of our bearings
and set on our way
we climbed through the mist
that clung to the hills
marveling at all
the sights and the smells

Finally we reached
the valley we sought
the professor's composure
was completely lost
he laughed and he jumped
screaming "I was Right!"
I fell to my knees
after my very first sight

Paradise was before us
I could scarcely believe
we sat and drew sketches
and took photographs
wrote in our journals
observations we made
The professor was planning
a brilliant display

We descended into
the valley beneath
and then set up camp
to stay for the eve
we talked of our discovery
and of impending fame
the magic was broken
as if all at once
a terrifying roar
emerged from the brush

The Lizard it lunged
staring straight at me
the professor let out
an ear piercing shriek
another had grabbed
him from behind
he struck it with a stick
picked up from the ground

We ran for our lives
and left everything
scrambling back
out of the valley
lucky we were
lucky indeed
over the crest
we ran for the beach

We would be early
where could we hide
staying out there
would be suicide
the lizards were coming
out of the hills
tounges sniffing the air
searching for us
intent on the ****

We climbed up an out crop
just out of reach
and hoped that our perch
would really be safe
we stayed there for hours
until the next day
when a flare did signal
help on the way

Back on the steamer
we would then relate
our strange experience
narrowly escaped fate
we thanked the captain
for his returning
to that strange island
a little early

We arrived back at home
there was much hurrah
family and friends
and a very warm bed
my girl then asked me
just what we saw
I related the story
as she stared in awe

The professor retained
a place where to teach
to my girl I was married
we moved by the beach
often at night
we look out to sea
paradise lost
we'll never again seek
Scot Powers Feb 2015
Another sleepless night is spent
wishing to be with you
but knowing that it won't happen
is really nothing new

a passing fancy nothing more
yet a hope was hung upon
the body language you'd display
stringing me along

it seems as though a year has gone
since I last held you
I wonder if you feel the same
when I am not with you
Scot Powers Jan 2014
Eternal sentinel
reflecting light
perfectly hung picture
grey and white

silently observe
our destructive ways
as you move
controlling the waves

Forcing the rises
and dips in the seas
circular motions
make one ill at ease

Holding our wonder
from early times
stories abound
childhood rhymes

Visitors you've had
but only a few
conquering hero's
but was it all true

Races between nations
still to this day
while millions starve
we're planting a flag

Yet looking upon you
in the azure blue
hang on the horizon
rich amber hues

Every night I still look up
into the sky
gaze upon your beauty
contentedly I sigh
Scot Powers Mar 2013
Pictures present
an angled view
actions reveal
the real you
Scot Powers Jun 2013
In my forty-sixth year
I have learned to stay clear
of the pitfalls which once
befell me

Lessons I've learned
as the years burned
have turned out
to warn me

the voice in my head
quells urges to tread
where once  it seemed
I ran blindly

perspectives  have changed
like  land after the rains
have rushed by and scoured
it dry

feelings have changed
as I watch with dismay
society falling around me

the lines of the past
no longer last
blurring to a grey
hazy outline

it is claimed to be
kinder and gentler to thee
but a savageness
does underlie

all that remains
of the kindness that's claimed
cheap fascia, wrecked by the rain

gentleness does apply
to those who ask why
ignorant of their surrounds

a kick in the rear
still it appears
is truly a step forward

as I have related
these feelings belated
again the changes occur

to all I must say
thank you this day
for reading the
words from my soul
just a Sunday morning adventure with the Muses and some coffee.
Scot Powers Feb 2015
Quietly she entered
and crept across the floor
knowing all too well
the pleasure that would flow

Slowly she approached the bed
there laid a supine form
her heart began to skip a beat
as she undid her robe

Revealing herself  to the night
and to the lying form
gently she began to kiss his neck
her skin was getting warm

Slowly she descended
her tongue leading the way
he wrapped his arms around her
in his loving way

gripping and pulling him
closer to her mouth
her hot breath sent quivers
as she licked the tender shaft

She took him in her mouth
and began to gently ****
he rubbed her moist tightness
and probed her with his tongue

Then they rolled over
still tenderly embraced
and worked together thrusting
to reach a higher place

She dragged her nails across his back
the moans began to rise
sensations racing forward
searching each others eyes

Releasing waves of pleasure
reaching out at the same time
their pleasured moans a symphony
entangled and divine
Scot Powers Mar 2013
Walking out
into the rain
unwanted memories
won't wash away
Scot Powers Feb 2013
Wind torn sails
and old wives tales
both tell a certain truth
like sailors forlorn
'round the cape horn
drowned or frozen to death

The waves and the wind
punish for sins
that frequently go untold
dare to begin that voyage to win
bring in the most liquid gold

Whaling was the name
of this sailors game
learned from my pappy before
when the tall ships call
you'll answer for all
the misgivings that you ever did

Swabbing the decks
like a beer hall *****
sickly from waves and decay
this is the life
for months at a time
from New England
to the ports of Biscay

First sign of a blow
shouts to below
from where the watch sits above
The decks come alive
thar be the prize
the deadly game awaits

Set sails to the wind
and get that boat in
harpoons and crew await
haul on the ropes
or abandon all hopes
the behemoth  will get away

Hearts pound like the oars
sending us forth
Oh, how our quarry evades
better keep your eyes peeled
or your fate is sealed
if she comes up underneath

With a mighty hurrah
the striker lets fly
the harpoon sinks deep in the whale
it plunges below
taking us under tow
blood staining the deep blue waves

I cry for this sin
as we haul the whale in
and cut up all it had been
trade a shilling in the purse
for a life long curse
never to sleep again

When I shut my eyes
I can still hear the cry
up from it's blowhole it came
shivers my spine,every time
I bolt upright wide awake
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Reflections of yesterday
ripple through my mind
glassy surface of a pond
knows no time
these days like turn like pages
in this novel we call life
standing alone in the shadows
biding time

ooh ooh ooh

Looking forward
never looking behind
a pillar of salt is all Lot got that night
build your tomorrows
with hopes and delights
stand outside of your circle
in the light

ooh ooh ooh

As I stand here
before you tonight
I can't tell you how it feels
to be in your spotlight
suffice to thank you
for all you've done for me
thank you for being you
and judgement free

ooh ooh ooh
Scot Powers Aug 2013
Cloaked
held in the tight embrace
weighted down by  a presence
a parasite consuming  your soul
Darkness
deeper than black
lives in that place
unwilling to look upon the hope of dawn
Discovery
the chance to grow,  renewed
a fresh petal to the wind
puts forth thy face
for all to see
the battle  t'was  joined
is almost complete
suffered the losses
tasted defeat
Rage
a look to the past
reveals the lie
twists and distorts
the real reason why
the pain that is felt
can be all too real
facing it all alone
a lonely cold meal
Reason
starts to take hold
a light in the tunnel
shelter from the cold
to knowingly arise
from this fetal state
rising above bitterness and hate
becoming the change
that you want to see
is the only way
to set yourself free
Scot Powers Mar 2013
Turns out we had a visitor
sometime after dark
the little puke
walked in our door
and then he did make off
not only with my things
but some cash as well
then left my stuff all strewn
all over my front stair

it was not a nice way
to wake up I'll say
looking upon the mess
that greeted me today
I calmly gathered all my things
out of the drifting snow
I proceeded to curse
to myself looking at the snow

I thought maybe she did it
probably ****** at me
then I saw my daughters stuff
laying there by me
I gathered all her things
and brought them in as well
I didn't really want
to stir the *** this morn
so i went about getting
my **** on out the door

I worked all day
a nervous wreck
rehearsed a thousand things to say
what I would say and she would do
as I sent her on her way
When I got through the door
I asked her" what the hell!"
Then my daughter abruptly said
"Dad it wasn't her"
I went downstairs to check my room
I was sad to see.my fretless bass was gone
then it suddenly appeared
that I had been all wrong

I hope that there is
a special place in hell
for people that rip others off
and still sleep so well
for not only do the take
some material things
you are left also robbed of
perhaps the greatest thing
your sense of comfort
and well being
your faith in humanity
Scot Powers Feb 2015
Hey there **** Roller girl
you really drive me mad
with that tiny bodice on
racing around the track

The swirling mass of energy
goes swiftly round and round
yells and screams ,and ****** knees
performing for the crowd

A once great sport returning now
a ladies game they say
but I have seen more contact there
than any hockey game.
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Last time I saw you
we were walking pleasantly
down by the stream
hunting for treasure
finding pleasure
your laughter stays with me
with each discovery
your smile it grew from cheek to cheek
those rusty railway spikes
and bottle caps are priceless now to me

One day at a time
It's an uphill climb
only a fool pays the price
with a roll of the dice

Ten years have come and gone
since your last heroic deed
you can't believe the gaping hole
it tore in the family
your mother cries at night
your brother and sisters silent agony
you've never gone , your always here
forever in me.

One day at a time
its an uphill climb                    x2
only a fool pays the price
with a roll of the dice
Scot Powers Mar 2013
Waking morning
clear my head
make me some bacon
brain must be fed

Here's to the hog
who gave me his all
a sacrifice for sure
a gift to us all

the aroma that wafts
through the air
hits all my senses
like a drug if I dare


Hog flesh and chicken embryos
a breakfast delight
just have to
start the day right
Scot Powers Mar 2015
As I struggle for control
the voices  start to grab a hold
daily forcing me to be
something that I just can't be

a violent act, compassionless
left  dying on the street
lying in a pool of blood
ripe for news TV

talking heads relay the tale
ramp up fear  increasing sales
all the while those at the top
pray to god, that it won't stop

For profits are  the result
of their plan to wipe us out
weaken the middle everyday
till only serfs remain to pay.
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