Dancing delusions of darkness
Stealing the show
       from the sun's determination to shine
Green grass the palate
Of the shifting shadow artist
Riding on the wind
And living in the trees
Tending each leaf's turn
                       until a sparkle
The heaves
         of branches and boughs
As if animals come alive
Standing in ferocity
         in their will to live and speak
The comfort of my shaded spot
Unnoticed by the giants
A steady breeze
In this place of refuge
Nothing less
Than the breath, of a kind God

She was ran off
So she ran off
Took a dive into the deep
Living in a cement landscape
Where no one ever sleeps

She was hustled
So she hustled
To keep her piece of pie
Working winter corners
Where no one ever cries

She was abandoned
So she abandoned
Her soul and left it bare
Trash covered sidewalks
Where no one ever cares

She was used up
So she used up
The last of her stuff
Dark room, off a dark street
Where no one ever loves

A spider made its way into my bed last night
I saw the crawly creepiness
In laptop keyboard lights
I let it clear the alphabet
And smashed it on the flat
It was pale yellow
The color of infection
Invading my space
Disturbing my peace
A mindless jumble of nerves
Biting in survival mode, if pressed
Even its death
And splattering were disgusting
Legs and juice
I floodlit the ceiling
And the walls
In an all out search, for his brother
Nothing
Still uneasy
I slept on the couch

Too many times
    with our outstretched arms
        reaching for nothing more
             than something different
Because of our own resignation to entitlement
A few steps back
       and some faith in ourselves
Lets us occasionally, wave the bus on
Knowing,
It is not going anywhere
        we haven't already been
___________

A fairly constant search
       For that comfortable perch
              Where things seem better
                                  than they actually are
                             But not too far
                                   away from the turmoil
                             That might spoil
                             The perfect idea
                                       that actually isn't
                              But seems so
                              In too high a tree
___________

Restored
      A bit of self sense
      No longer on the defense
      About the bits of me
                  that aren't  for rent
A calm, laying down
        of my bruised hands
In the acknowledgement
         that no one understands
         My brief shadows
                   on a good day
         Let alone the long day
                    where shadows cannot be made
_____________

I'll give you a piece of my mind
It's in my back pocket
The one without the wallet
The one with nothing
But my *** to kiss

There is never a relevant reaction
To the realization, of being lost
                     Not a corner
                     Not a turn missed
                     Not a stumble, past a road sign
Just a gut wrench
                     harder than poison
                     or childish heaves of alcohol
A falling through the curtain
On stage
         with the cruelest of admirers
         disappointed there is no meat left
                                     to pick from the bones
Pardon me,
Excuse me,
I disintegrate nightly
On no one's terms
            not even my own
But laugh if you wish

See the soul of a solider boy, keepin' time
Seems, that he can't find
What it is, in his mind
That makes the whiskey
                      taste so fine
He had the music of the band
In his hand
But he knew, they would never play
Well, I guess tomorrow
         is gonna be another yesterday

Let The Wind Take You Away

Soon he met the ocean's rising tide
Found him a cloud, that he could ride
Took a race through space
         that was deep and wide
But he couldn't cross the rivers
         of tears that he cried
There was no love
To speak of
Wherever he might lay
So, he lost himself
As he fell to hell
In the darkness of the day

Let The Wind Take You Away

Old man turned gray
Through ages of red
Turned his mind to the heavens
The he said
        I have the fear of being near
        A heart that's been misled
        I hear words of pain
        And the freezing rain
               is falling in my bed
Old man died
Nobody cried
His soul became a ray
Shining bright in the sky
He soon learned to fly
In his silence, you could hear him say

Let The Wind Take Me Away

A light never noticed
Until it is gone
Barely aware of its fading
A reflection diminished
To the dimness
              of moonless night fog
With no intention or awareness
Behind the dark circles
              of black with no gloss
                       becoming a lifeless gray
A damping of the fire
That propelled this life
         Through time
           Through anger
             Through pain and love
Now a smoldering
                  of eventual ash
Eyes once blue
Having nothing
                  behind the lenses
And little recognition
             of a world once inviting
                        now fear filled and confusing
Sight
      used only for survival
              and the next unsteady step
                      Taken only
                              with an aiding, guiding hand
A light never noticed
Until it is gone
When my father
      No longer knew my face
But at times
      Knew that he should