Why couldn't I have left you back at that creek,
Instead I have let you linger week after week
Your intoxicating aroma has now begun to reek
To merge with your essence this Alchemist did seek
Though tomorrow's outlook is much too bleak
No sorrow to be felt for I am much too meek
To let a solitary tear drop fall upon my beak
Nor will I let this bleeding heart of mine leak
As my Lord did, so do I turn the other cheek
For you bringing sin into my life just last week
I have to end this with some Bukowski speak
3000 miles away and I still could hear your bed creak

Endless Rails
This is written for the pain that can’t be dispelled or defeated the fight that has no end.
Endless Rails

Pick up the journey down in a dusty southern town to many days the familiar starts to grate the unknown whispers it tantalizing lure some never hear others live by its code moving on its central theme. Houses

and foundations a bane to those who’s feet must find the trackless lanes yet discovered a bend in the road. Like the kiss of a love long lost you are forever searching for its essence. Never mind the circles

grow wider the time not wasted to fail the wayward quest will not be there is promise in a multitude of voices you just have to narrow it down to that special someone its worth a life time. Barns and box cars

ditches make great beds the animals find the sweetest comfort in soft grasses. Never forgotten the vision sometimes wanes but never fades. Who walks and projects comfort a softness with each step framed by

homes and yarded Trees Mountain fresh breezes seem to stream through her hair. If the wild wind had a name it would surly come from your tresses and mane that holds the light like a long lazy sunset. I hear

clacking feel the rocking on these tracks maybe in the next town I will catch sight of her or a dozen or so pretenders for the crown. Patience is not wasted any more than the timeless waves at the sea side ever

rolling constant the same as Rachel Carson she left her prints in the Carolina sand they remain in her words about “The ribbon of sand” Waves that only heaven can inventory . She left that kind of imprint on

my heart durable to a fault. So the canopy of heaven shows the endless way never has it and end always a fresh new beginning. Years hold no dread by her lost love I’m led to follow on this land with lushes’

green ethier fields of crops or grass lands that tenderly roll from flat prairie or the rising hills that hold that undeniable promise of a bright tomorrow. Don’t feel sadness for the wayward soul he has kingdoms

in mind why settle for an acre when the whole earth you can claim. If they were paintings that could be
displayed vivid images translucent apparitions marching the byways at dusk. Spilling from pent up

emotions and memories that crowd in on one another demanding expression take a breath then catch this picture in the distance a mountain stands in dark silhouette the golden moon shines across the dark

landscape you are instantly enthralled your mind and soul feels soft waves that mellows even the hard
highway stretches quietly and peaceful into the distant night. There is the true place of the soul the secret

dwelling place of lost love. Texture is found there like no other place invading the deep recesses where inexhaustible intangibles can be weighed and measured. Welcome to infinity.

Endless Rails

This is written for the pain that can’t be dispelled or defeated the fight that has no end.
Endless Rails

Pick up the journey down in a dusty southern town to many days the familiar starts to grate the unknown whispers it tantalizing lure some never hear others live by its code moving on its central theme. Houses and foundations a bane to those who’s feet must find the trackless lanes yet discovered a bend in the road. Like the kiss of a love long lost you are forever searching for its essence. Never mind the circles grow wider the time not wasted to fail the wayward quest will not be there is promise in a multitude of voices you just have to narrow it down to that special someone its worth a life time. Barns and box cars ditches make great beds the animals find the sweetest comfort in soft grasses. Never forgotten the vision sometimes wanes but never fades. Who walks and projects comfort a softness with each step framed by homes and yarded Trees Mountain fresh breezes seem to stream through her hair. If the wild wind had a name it would surly come from your tresses and mane that holds the light like a long lazy sunset. I hear clacking feel the rocking on these tracks maybe in the next town I will catch sight of her or a dozen or so pretenders for the crown. Patience is not wasted any more than the timeless waves at the sea side ever rolling constant the same as Rachel Carson she left her prints in the Carolina sand they remain in her words about “The ribbon of sand” Waves that only heaven can inventory . She left that kind of imprint on my heart durable to a fault. So the canopy of heaven shows the endless way never has it and end always a fresh new beginning. Years hold no dread by her lost love I’m led to follow on this land with lushes’ green ethier fields of crops or grass lands that tenderly roll from flat prairie or the rising hills that hold that undeniable promise of a bright tomorrow. Don’t feel sadness for the wayward soul he has kingdoms in mind why settle for an acre when the whole earth you can claim. If they were paintings that could be displayed vivid images translucent apparitions marching the byways at dusk. Spilling from pent up emotions and memories that crowd in on one another demanding expression take a breath then catch this picture in the distance a mountain stands in dark silhouette the golden moon shines across the dark landscape you are instantly enthralled your mind and soul feels soft waves that mellows even the hard highway stretches quietly and peaceful into the distant night. There is the true place of the soul the secret dwelling place of lost love. Texture is found there like no other place invading the deep recesses where inexhaustible intangibles can be weighed and measured. Welcome to infinity.

Time has run out,
Years and years have passed,
But no sign of you.
I have been waiting
All this time,
But you never bothered
To show up.

Should I give up,
Or stand tall
And keep trying for your love?
Because I promise you,
I have had enough
Of your selfish games.

You can ethier surrender
Your sweet love to me,
Or walk away
With your solemn pride,
Because time has run out,
And I am no longer waiting
To be rejected by you
Ever again!

The ghost of every kiss is still here
Dancing in the arch of my back
Dropping sweetly in every tear
Angels these spirits once were
Demons they are in current form
Ethier one should not be stirred
To serve a twisted reminder.

Im not here anymore,
My mind is lost
My heart is gone
Im searching to find my soul
Everyone has left me
And i am alone
There is no hope
There is no sain
Everyone is painless
Or filled with emptyness
I am emotionless
No grief
No sorrow
There's no happiness ethier
Its just another face
Another place.

I believe we have a choice in this world on how to live
We can ethier shut down and wait for life to slap us in the face and tell us to get up and start living
Or we can go, adventure to new places and tell new stories with new people.
We constantly sit in this little box we call home, but its not living.
Were just a breathing corpse.
We need something to tell us to be free, we feel like were trapped, with no where to go.
But let me tell you theres a life out there with things you cant even imagine.
Yeah, its a scary world sometimes.
But there are endless possibilities that at any moment can happen.
You just have to stand up, wipe the dust off your jeans and walk, even run out that door.
Its a brighter day and its waiting for you.
I promise as soon as we start getting up and leaving those prision walls we will find a joy in this life.
Because why waste your time sitting when the clock is ticking
And your running out of time.
Life is as simple as an hour glass,
Each grain of sand is a day you wasted.
And the sand doesnt stop falling.

Do you know what its like to feel absolutely soul destroyed,
Have you actually ever felt you're heart completely crumble.
Does your heart ever break like mine?

Are you always full of fear & doubt?
Riddled with aniexty, unable to do simple thing's in life?

Do you know what its like for someone to take absolutely everything from you?
Mentally, emotionally, spiritually.

Nine extra months of my life have been taken, i know it's not just these nine ethier.

Ive always wanted justice for what you have done to me, im too tired now.
I wish i could just close this book because you're not even a chapter. You've taken my whole life from me.

You've not even had enough time to worry about what you're future holds.
Ive had years up on years unable to have a future because of what you have done to me.
You have taken absolutely everything my body holds.
Im numb, im soul destroyed.

I will thank you one day when im at peace.
I will gain closure, i will gain peace & i will take my life back from out of you're hands.

Nothing will ever cure what you have done to me. Absolutely nothing. I do hope you can admit what you are to you're self & you gain forgiveness from you're self. I forgive what you have done. Not for you but for me.

I will never be over it. Nothing will take the damage away.