When we rode by on our bicycles,
The leaves laughed.
As we tried to crush them with our tires.

When you and I cleaned the backyard,
The leaves laughed.
As we raked them, and I jumped into the pile.

When we walked down the wooded path,
The leaves laughed.
As we all hiked happily together again.

I am born of sin of wrath of dirt
Could never come to faith revert

The demons grin echo in my heart
Ripping my inside worlds apart

The good it fades within my dark
Upon my conscious a tainted mark

Witness my failure the demon smirks
The gods they shun me filled with irk

I drag my soul through thorns tonight
I walk empty lanes in an endless fight

Of failures born of failures died
In a million pieces my soul divide

Thus was my nights spent in a sweat
Flashes of misfortune flashes of dread

Of innocent ***** that lay and bled
Silhouettes of my past won't leave my bed

I think I'm finally ready to shed off my old skin

I think I'm ready to remove the bruises from my heart and the scars in my mind from the memories that were tattooed there almost permanently

I think I can finally look at a warm day and smile, because I don't have to see you every day

And I don't have to see any of my mistakes anymore, for they all have gone

I am ready to open my heart and marry the pavement outside my door, kissed by the lips of the sun that didn't shine during our harsh winter

I am ready to dedicate myself to a single airplane and fly far away from here, to divorce old feelings and date new ones

I am ready to stop sulking over any of them, because they do not sulk over me, and I'll be ****** if I let them ruin my summer.

some tongues are forever wagging
where it all comes from I do not know
and how the universe soaks it up
word by word and offsets it all
balancing with the silence of space
vast sump collecting all the chatter
storing and dissipating Earths gossip

Relieve the pain.
Scribble words.
An act mundane,
to his universe.

He'd had enough,
and so he said –
                 ~
      Oh my love!
         I have paid.  
     All my love,
        down to the pave.
     For you bore not,
        the love I gave.
    Untie my knot,
        undone this slave.
                 ~
"Set me free!"
   His heart exclaims. . .

"I loved not thee."
   She proclaims.

Then cometh to his wits,
   it was he who enslaved,
himself to pain down the pits;
   when for love he had laid,
His Soul. His Truth. His Bliss.

Then so he wrote one final creed,
the last of his odes; his parting plead.
                      
                                                           Drag­ me deep down!
                                                           To the depths of fiery Tartarus!
                                                            for love is an act so murderous,
                                                            that everyday it smites mine heart.

                         I've given up this life I own,
                        sold to ink for one purpose.
                        Write poems, songs, odes; all in chorus.
                        Cram all ardor into immortal art.

 That if one day I be finally known,
 for the fool I was; in love I lose.
 May my path not be used,
 that time I know I've done my part.
                      
"To play the act of the  b r o k e n   f o o l."

If you
Want to shoot
From the hip
Make sure
You're not firing blanks.

Anyone worth their salt
Will tell you to be yourself
Then step aside to let you find that self.

Run from those
Who claim to see  
The truth too clearly
And with those that want to
Meet me I say...

"Meet me half way,
Then there is no extra mile".

Leaders
Have in mind,
To lead.
Preachers..
They want to preach.

Story Tellers tell stories,
Some, fact filled,
Others are sprinkled
With truths, still others
Are boldface fabricated fiction.

Looking within to find
The answers I've come to know
To be genuine..
And with Wisdom comes
The pain of responsibility.

A responsibility
That resides in the acts one does
Or the lack of action
One chooses not to do.

Others don't hear you
From where you're at,
They hear from where
They are at.
  
Either it's
'Pearls before swine'
or a gentle reminder
to heed or discard.

Knowing a whole lot of
Not much at all
I remain eager to learn
More of The Mystery.

My aim is to walk
Shoulder to shoulder,
Not ahead of nor behind
For in the moment I can see
where once I was blind.

"Don't Worry, Be happy"
So easy to say, at times
So hard to do,
"The Proof is in the Pudding
and the Puddings in the fridge".

And with that,
The last quote
Will have to do.

"I bet I'll get free drugs"

                    Is dignity so cheap?