Waiting for you

Waiting for you

Watched the sky for a falling star

But all I thought was you're so far

Couldn't keep the gray in my brain

From thinking up poetic refrain

Then like rice paper in a flame

They'd slip away, who’s to blame

No way to write them down

Riding in and out of town

I'd write a letter to say I love you or how I am

Or perhaps ask for help if I got in a jam

Out here on the road though there is no post

That’s life in the wind for all of us ghost

I see my reflection on the wall

And think it'd be nice to give you a call

But I have no voice like it once was

No, you wouldn't hear me nobody does

No one listens to the whispering air

Then if they did they might get a scare

Hearing a loved one who’s passed away

Make room at the nuthouse they're going to stay

One day you'll cross over and I'll be there

But for now I'm just riding on the wind and a prayer

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Quiet Observation

Quiet Observation

Background flute, looks

Noses pressed to books

Pages of notes written

Conversations glisten

A glimpse of the inner child

Hair-dos, most wild

A child pouts and they attend

She skillfully leads them to their end

Snatching pieces from their plates

While all around life copulates

The world outside screened by silk

Inside coffee filled with milk

Several languages spoken all at once

Confused and feeling ever the dunce

Sunday feeling less than proud

Watching the Barnes & Noble crowd

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On Being Tired

On Being Tired

I need to embrace Morpheus

hold him close and treat him as a lover

keep him within the circle of my arms that I might dream

To feel the gentle swaying

as my mind does slip maddeningly away

and cover my mouth that I not scream

His kiss upon my eyes would be welcome

as a lovers kiss on a moonless night

lips soft touch calling me gently into sleep

Where is the god of dreams when one has need

does he drink the wine of Bacchus

high on mountains steep

Does he terry long and lovingly

with Clotho, Atropos, and Lachesis

as they weave out my fate

Perhaps he counsels Ares

on long dark lonely nights

tormenting him with hate

Come to me now oh lord of sleep and dreams

and take me far and wide from this place

that I may sleep a hundred years in just a moment's space

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Outside Looking In

Outside Looking In

No one listens to what you say

They believe you less everyday

Your boasting and bragging falls on deaf ears

The stories you tell change over the years

The passing of time doesn't make your lies true

So tell me without them would you be more blue

You enter conversations uninvited

Do you really think this makes you united

Do the fantasies you weave within your mind

Really have to spill over at the drop of a dime

Do you need them to think more of yourself

Would it kill you to put all your lies on a shelf

Are you familiar with suffering bore

Or do you really believe it's you they adore

Your wit and witticisms leave people cold

I'm sorry that life has left you bitter and old

You may be a teacher but you're no Momma Cass

Hell I'm not even sure you have that much class

So here's some advise from the outside looking in

Gather all your memory of lies and begin

Write out your memoirs in a great book

To be published and placed on a fantasy nook

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I The Only Friend

I The Only Friend

Branch bending weighted with strange fruit

You dashing, pinstriped suit

Double breasted buttons loose

Dangling there within the noose

Jerk, tremble, heart beats end

I the only watching friend

Hostile people point and leer

Your life forfeit out of fear

Swore your innocence time and again

The jury said guilty, with a grin

A crime of passion they swore

Found you crying by the door

The body cold, blood everywhere

You said you found her lying there

Cops blamed you, no one else around

You had just arrived from out of town

They dragged you in though you didn’t fight

Beat you under a bright light

Broke you fingers one by one

Trying to find where you hid the gun

Beat your body black and blue

All the time swearing it was you

Her blood and yours there on your hands

They beat you badly you barely could stand

You swore that you loved her and could never do this

The blood on your hands was from your one last kiss

You said you embraced her lifeless form tight

And had God himself been in front of you there would have been a fight

You said you released her and crawled to the door

And that’s where they found you huddled up on the floor

Insanely you begged for release from these earthly bounds

Begged let me join her in heavenly gowns

Then they accused you of taking her life

And that was the start of this horrible strife

Dragged off to the jail beaten to a pulp

So parched and thirsty you couldn't even gulp

Days and weeks knowing evil is out there and no one will seek

Falsely accused of a crime and the outlook is bleak

Months and years knowing the trail has gone cold as old bone

The trial, the lawyers, the money all gone,

and you thinking you're all alone,

but I'm here; I'm watching your final hour

They would have known the truth too,

had they looked in your shower,

I was there watching each one of you

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My Lover My Sanity

My Lover My Sanity

First you’re hot then you’re cold

You’re like a fire in my soul

You take me higher then drop me low

You leave me wanting things so bold

Passion hot desire deep

Fill me with your throbbing length

Your thunderous booming in the night

Calls my soul with such delight

Straddling power, form, and grace

I strip away the whimpering lace

To ride you far into the night

Glancing not home ‘til early light

Take me faster, harder still

Fulfill my every want and thrill

Give me not but your formed seat

and your pegs beneath my feet

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Mary Rose Scott

Mary Rose Scott

Oh Hallowed ground where the dwell

I sit and listen to thy stories tell

Your voice is in the wind and rain

Your sorrow carries so much pain

You walk with me from grave to grave

For our relationship I must be brave

You died in nineteen and six

So tell me why do we two click

Your gravestone’s beauty calls to me

And Mary Rose Scott on it I see

So many Scotts with you there lie

But no others have sought my eye

Other people feel you when I am near

And I often hear you in my ear

I see you sometimes walking there

But always feel your great despair

Sometimes I see you oh so pale

And in my heart I feel I’ve failed

I know not what it is you need

Or on my morose do you feed

There are times I wish you’d let me be

For I can not set you free

Someday I hope you’ll tell me true

Just what it is I can do for you

I’ve searched the records in the town

Yet your name I have not found

Someday I’ll find you in a book

I’ll find it in a dusty nook

And then perhaps I can discern

What it is you’d have me learn

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I Drink

I Drink

I drink to forget

No not regret

To ease the thought in my mind

Work life, stress that kind

I drink to sleep

Piled on the bed in a heap

It numbs my thoughts

Of family and job and whatnots

I drink to ease the worry

People will die if I hurry

Fatherless children if I do my job wrong

Family in crisis I must be strong

I drink for many a whys

Look at my life you'll give many a sighs

Truth and lies all become one

Without drink I'd come undone

I drink to hide the sadness I feel

The depth of my pain would make others reel

The madness inside must be kept at bay

For if it gets loose someone will rue the day

I drink for too many reasons to name

And in its light I see that life is just a game

A puzzle to be finished a game of the mind

And the only clue there is try to be kind

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Nothing More

Nothing More

My head is pounding, throbbing, splitting,

ripping apart from within.

Piercing thrusts

that are beyond the endurance of human fortitude

Then the fires begin.

They sear my right eye from front to back.

It blinds every facet of my existence.

The touch of my own hand feeds the flame,

and when the flame dies down

the charred skin crawls slowly back into place.

The creeping of it, so much like the tickle of lice on a hot day,

cause my hands to reach again to my head,

I can not think or comprehend other’s speech.

My ability to function is impaired to nihility,

except for the pain.

Pain is all there is, and all that exists is pain.

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Waiting

Waiting

She sits; a pile of crumpled rags,

beneath a solemn ancient tree.

She is there among the fallen leaves,

as though she is a part of them.

Her hair amber and burnt,

once shown like vibrant jewels of flame:

it now takes on the duller hues

of autumn closing on winter.

There she sits, her clothes arrayed

as though she were melting into the land.

Behind her the ancient tree laments its leaves

and gives what comfort it can.

She is lost to the world now,

not knowing from where she came,

how she arrived at this place, or even

of being at this place.

The tree and she are all that exist.

They share a great pain,

the death of the world

and of themselves.

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Berserker Rage

BERSERKER RAGE

Have you ever had a RED DAY

A burning in your mind DAY

A screaming Hot mad DAY

Ever had a brain raging burning FIRE

A flaming in your heart and eye FIRE

An occlusion to your vision FIRE

Do you know what a rage IS

Not the party kind of rage IS

The all you see is RED IS

Where all you see is RED

Nothing but the RED

Blood boiling RED

Ever hear the word BERSERKER

Such a odd word BERSERKER

Goes with Rage BERSERKER

SCREAMing in you HEAD

FIRE and pain in your HEAD

WISHing they or you were DEAD

Berserker Rage Follow up

If you equate rage with hate

you better recheck the state

There is no resemblance in sight

they have no linking left to right

They are quite separate you see

I know as both have dwelled in me

The rage it takes you without sight

to do things that cause you fright

It is a horrible thing to feel

never knowing what is real

Only witnesses have a clue

to what you did and didn't do

You have no memories of the act

So think again you might retract
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