Time is never measured by seconds Nor by how many years passed Luck is too wild to catch And love can be easily crashed When I'm just an oblivious kid Waiting for Christmas that never lasts
Breeze is a sign of good times to come Unless winds grow into a twister No matter how sweet the water is When it reaches the sea it becomes a blister I wish this year to have a warm heart For this life is a waste if it's all just winter
Sweat sweet with mid-day summer sun. Skin burns red to blister. It permits no resistance. Insistent on shining. Eyes squint for shadow. All to rare in this lonely atmosphere. Rarer breezes blow to tease relief, But all this provides for view beyond belief. The city erupts in the Sun's Rays. Reflecting infinite daily cloud-play off Glassy faced behemoths. Every ripple sparks diamond waves. And sometimes this place doesn't seem so bleak.
In the Summer of 2012, I embarked on a mission to cover a bridge going over the Ohio Rive with poems. This is just one of those, selected from now more than 60.
I got into an argument the argument was over the radio he wanted to listen to music I wanted to listen to silence I got out of the car and began to walk I walked and walked for forever. two hours later I walked home mom and dad were worried they called family and the police why couldn't I have held my anger? what's wrong with me? Why couldn't I listen to music? I began to cry and I screamed, the silence was broken. I have a blister on my right heel today the blister stings and burns but I deserve pain for upsetting my parents Next time, I'll step in front of a car.
I walked away from the brother the other day and walked over 10 miles to get home...