Monday, February 29, 2016

A wisp of love

The man said he was a wisp of love
coming out of the night for some fun
he had kept in the dark for so long
he came out to see the light
his soul clean and pure
walking these streets of heaven
shaking off the memories of life before
days of fire and rain
wild storms along the shores


Sunday, February 28, 2016

I hate this

We can see a shadow, moving slowly, as not to be detected. We can hear the creaking of the rafters, and know for certain that someone is up there. We can also hear the muffled sound of restrained crying. In the background we hear a fierce argument, while we focus in on a small child. "I hate this," he says to himself.

Later: In the midst of a very bust and crowded restaurant, we focus in on another young man. He is taking an order from a family of four. He works  hard here. It's how he forgets, or at least tries to.

Later still: An ambulance arrives at an apartment complex. The occupants run from their vehicle, while the flashihg red light starts to draw a crowd. Up the stairs we follow the action, up the stairs and right into a small apartment with a single couch, a TV and two chairs. The officer at the door points the ambulance crew to the bedroom in the back part of the apartment. Inside we can see the body of a man slumped over the bed. He is dying. The gash at his wrist throbs slowly, while he manages to look up and smile slightly. He knows that his suffering is almost over. "I hate this," he says to himself. And soon, very soon, all will be forgotten.

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Hold On

Hold on to those dreams
tighter than ever...
never let them slip away
one day they may come true
so cherish them today

Friday, February 26, 2016

A place to plant

Roaming the wet fields
where they graze aqua-marine gardens
looking for seedlings
and a life ready for roots
if only there were a place to plant

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Can't stay

nothing real to talk about
no fitting words slipping out
my head's shook up inside
and my frieds all went to hide
I think you can find them in shelters
with their heads pressed into their knees
and they won't come out to play today
so that just leaves you and me
not that it really matters
as you too won't stay

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Running Blue

Elephats are running blue today
they call themselves friends
but they won't convice me

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Leaving Nothing

Our passing fades and vanishes
leaving little behind
until there's nothing
to show we were ever here


Monday, February 22, 2016

Lost Lovers

Lost lovers wandering the streets
after long nights in the clubs
listening to blues to cure one's ills

Sunday, February 21, 2016

In the wild

Bright futures move in cycles,
like humanity in the wild,
alive and vibrant one day,
fighting for survival the next

Saturday, February 20, 2016

What was

The fall came swiftly, leaving all as what was

Friday, February 19, 2016

Everyone's leaving

Rock dwelling creatures
hiding in the cracks
afraid of the light
tide pools and toad stools
frogs learning spanish
getting ready to cross
at the Rio Grande
seems these days
everyone wants
to leave this land
ugly girls with beauty masks
wink at border guards
trying to avoid
the questions they ask
seems everyone wants
to leave this place
even the warmongers
leading the arms race

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Get Happy

And so I said to him
in his moment of grief
come on guy get happy
hey man you must be strong
but it was no use
his gaze shot thru me
and tore me down
he was too upset
for my words
to bring him around
so there I was looking up
and feeling down
when I saw his face
and heard him say
hey guy don't be down
come on man
get happy

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Blow this town

Drunken beatnik woman
putting your life on the line.
Out of the street from dusk to dawn.
Trying to earn a dime.
Drunken beatnik woman
aging in a different way,
dance to the music,
how you love to sway.
Drunken beatnik woman
your man is a dismal distraction
life on the blvd your main attraction
drunken beatnik woman
deviance such a fun game
an ambulance thru the rain
drunken beatnik woman
always into your own thing
time to blow this town
and hop another train

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Waning Life

I was swimming, trying to decide if I felt sick or great, but the decision was difficult and I really didn't care. I was slipping into an unknown, and was fearfully trying to hold myself back.


I know somewhere in the back of my mind that I was laying flat and still on my back, and yet I perceived an awful, slow, uncontrollable weaving, spinning, of my environment which consisted of distraught companions in their fatigues.


They were in some sort of tension and disbelief, as they sorted through their emotions. It seems they finally settled on grimness and depression. I seemed to be in a small, fading, dingy barrack that I unknowingly felt at home in. I felt an arm clutch mine. A dull prick, a burning sensation spreading through my body. Seizing my waning life.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Give me more

As darkness returns again
slipping away as the voyage begins
the air a mass of colors, vivid and bright
time lost behind these closed eye sights
sink deeper into the journey to anywhere
lost for direction,
circular stare,
nocturnal creatures of imagination creep
descending the levels of the deep
Cabalic land, tragedy endures
epic action, limitless contours
take me farther
give me more than a sound
and then a shudder
jumping up, burning eyes
adjustment
coming around to grey

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Page 23

Every afternoot at 2:00 he would walk into his stale dining room. A room that grew stranger every day, it was as if the shadows that hung about moved. Dust was always in the air, it caused the light that beamed through the high corner window to have a rustic glow.

There wasn't much furniture to be found, just one table in the middle of the slightly over sized room, and it was chipped. The table was complimented by four small broken chairs.

There was always old yellow newspapers stacked on one of the chairs. This is where he would come, here, to read the headlines, or to talk, but there was never anyone to talk to, not that that stopped him.

So everyday, he would come here, with his sack lunch and eat quietly. Check his watch several times, until it said 3:00, and only then would he leave.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Finding Dispair

The birth of a star
all across America
people asking themselves
how is it done
This image of glamour
the futility that comes with it
many a young man or woman
has run  away after it
in hopes of being a star
only to find utter dispair

Friday, February 12, 2016

Tomorrow Unknown

Together with you
is how it must be
you're my life now
and I'm proud
we're scared children
behind tomorrow unknown
but fear not
we won't go alone
our support, mine, yours
me with faith and love
sad no longer
now happy
tears from the heart
a thousand ten-fold 
I would shed
to lose you
would leave me
empty and alone
with no hope left
come rest in my arms
night until day
turn and see
love pour from my eyes
you've got me

 

Thursday, February 11, 2016

These faults

His anger fed the landscape
coming into his eyes
his rage bent the sounds he heard
and his fear held his heart
in cold, icy, dark, isolation
he had been tricked
into turning upon himself
and thinking that the world
was to blame,
but lord knew who was
these faults to have
to hold, until the end

Reports Denied

The beach wet and cold
the men ran and so did I
we knew what to do
the plans were made
laid out within our heads
we ran guns in hand
we fought the movements
in the trees, heard the sound
bursting in the air
we shot at anything there
we had to, it was duty
an obligation they said
we did good 
so many were dead
we were proud
we were scared
we were powerful
we had control
the landing a success
we did it, did it good
then came a crashing
a hidden patrol
dropping us one by one
bombs, fire, guns
we were losing
where was our backing
our mother at sea
to help with anything
there was no escape
the headlines at eight
"Landing reports denied."

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

After the chaos

In the chaos that followed humanity
when the last of its kind slipped away
came an elegant night of whoops and chrips
beneath skies lit up by countless stars

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Doubt

Time revised, conceptual moments, passing
lifetimes flash by, sleepless nights, endless days
round and round, here and gone, fed with doubt

Monday, February 8, 2016

In a flash

He learned of love, life, and feelings...
form a cold display set, all wrong
loneliness embraced him......
and in a flash, he was gone

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Lean On

But I've got a love
though, and she does
love me, so she says
oh, she loves me good
with room to stand
I'll take her hand
together we'll go on
both knowing it's
the other that's strong
who else would I lean on

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Lucky

How lucky
the captured
prisoner of war
bars and barbed wire
hold back the dreams
of a lonely man
like crabs
burried in the sand

Friday, February 5, 2016

You're nothing

The powers that be are about power nothing more,
once they have it you're nothing to them but a vote,
a voice to be ignored between elections

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Time gives and takes

It was another cold and dray day when Andres finally met Lynn.  One of the other prisoners in his barrack had died the night before. He could not sleep because of the screams of the men. It pushed him to live out his one and only surviving dread in the world.


How he got past the little protective group around her he still doesn't know, but he did. He twisted and turned through them all and walked right up to her. There he stood for a long while, the ohters stood watching him to see what he would do.


He collapsed from lack of sleep inches from the woman he loved. Moments latter he woke to the prodding of German guns. The crowd was gone. His time had come. Only his brother survived to tell of this instant of love.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

We're Lost

We've lost ourselves within
trapped inside, obsessed
witness to our own demise

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Promises

The future was a promise of hope
all we had to do was believe
and the darks days would never be
but promises were just the rope
that hung us, not our reprieve

Monday, February 1, 2016

Refreshments

Take time out to refresh the soul, you'll feel better