#giovanni
It was a hot summer night
Nearly ninety, I'd say
When out back of Giovannis
The Bluesman sat down to play
He pulled up his crate
Took a sip from his flask
"This here's my med-cin"
"In case someone happens to ask"
He started a story
That we'd never heard
We're the folks of the street
And we followed each word
It's a tale of James Withers
A man in need of a hand
But to us on the street
He was the Sand Castle Man
The bluesman strummed gently
He didn't want the words to be lost
For this was a story
That had a hell of a cost
You see, James the sand man
Lost a life to the sea
His grandson, young James
Drowned when he was just three
Each day James went down
With his grandson in tow
They'd make castles together
Some fast and some slow
One day the pair
Were at the end of the pier
When a rogue wave hit hard
And took what James held most dear
His grandson...swept out
Lost at sea, never found
They searched for three weeks
But the poor boy was drowned
James kept a vigil
Every day on the beach
He'd look out on the water
His heart out of reach
He kept making sand castles
As he did with young James
With shells and old driftwood
And he gave them all names
He'd have non-existent armies
Fight non existent wars
In his hard packed sand castles
He carved windows and doors
There was make believe dragons
In pools by the sea
Guarding make believe princesses
Who no one could see
There were turrets and moats
And each day he'd build one
To be lost to the tide
As the days work was done
Each day a new castle
Each day a new war
But, nobody knew
What he was building them for
The tide would come in
And would sweep it away
All that hard work
Gone at the end of the day
But, each morning he'd come
Build one more for the tide
With invisible armies
To flow away for a ride
People would watch him
Make the castles of sand
With imaginary soldiers
In imaginary lands
The bluesman sang soft
Took a sip once again
From the flask on his hip
It's just medi-cin
The crowd didn't stir
We were like moths to the flame
As we heard the bluesman
finish his tale about James
I asked him one morning
If he ever would end
Building castles of sand
He said, Bluesman, my friend
I know that each castle
Will be washed out to see
And I hope that my grandson
Gets a message from me
I make each sand castle
Like we both used to do
I come back every day
And start another anew
It helps with the closure
I send my soul to the sea
And I hope that my grandson
Knows they're for him made by me
He finished and thanked us
And we went on our way
All of us changed some
From what the bluesman did play
Next time I'm out wandering
And see the castles of sand
I'll know what he's building
Now...that I understand
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
he wanted to be the
redwood tree among the giants
but she refused to be
his sun
he wanted to be the lion
hunting in the wild
but she refused to be
his jungle
he turned every direction
and became dizzy
and looking for his balance
he turned to her
but she refused to be level
he tried to become a romance
but she was too hurt
he turned himself into light
but she always carried
a blanket of dark
he decided to become
a man
and though she refused to still be
a woman
he decided to love her
anyway
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
If there's doubt it's probably wrong
If it burns it's because it's hot
If it breaks it was never strong
If it's real it can't be bought
If it rains it's bound to pour
If it makes you crazy you should run
If it truly sees you it won't ignore
If it's intended there's probably a pun
If it's perfect it's definitely flawed
If there's no proof then it's not legit
If it perpetrates it's a bonafide fraud
If it's not the right size it's not a good fit
If it meets you halfway that's not enough
If it hurts it can't possibly be true love
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC