Sketch

Sketch
I am shadow and light
dust on a page
that brings delight
I am sultry and sensual
I am ugly and evil
or gorgeous divine
I am the image on paper
from one Artist's Mind
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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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