Arriving in a July rain
Was born the future bard Jax Reed
Raised in the fields of sugar cane

As a young teen he jumped a train
Seemed destined to do ***** deeds
Arriving in a  July rain

Yet in prison he found his brain
Thinking about his life’s creed
Raised in the fields of sugar cane

As an old man he seemed quite sane
He started riding a white steed
Arriving in a July rain

His stories lived through his son Bane
A legacy that left good seed
Arriving in a July rain
Raised in the fields of sugar cane

This stallion looked quite strange. His nose was round and his tail could grip. Bananas were in his feed trough. Later it was discovered that he was a quarter monkey.

Emptiness
No stories to tell
Splitting pain
Sleepless nights
The serpent always striking
Courage still survives

Long ago
In another land
Where surreal
Was the norm
Lived a knight who had no sword
Rode a unicorn

In battle
The unicorn’s horn
Struck many
In the heart
Soon the two were greatly feared
Mighty men trembled

However
All men meet their match
An arrow
Full of lead
Went through the unicorn’s hoof
Death quickly crept in

The archers
Surrounded the knight
He trembled
Full of tears
His nobility vanished
Painfully dying

It is lost
I cannot find it
Blankness thrives
Giving up
After seeking the whole world
Muse is in the heart

My father was a white dove
And my mother was a wolf
I can fly among the clouds
While howling at the full moon
A peaceful wild beast

My mind travels to places unknown
Meeting people from many places
Yet I never leave my desk
Papers stuffed in corners
Some scattered about
Stories undone
A writer's
Quest for
life