purple
where the sky and the desert meet
exploding riots of color
at this crossroad
beneath my feet
howling winds
enticing siren's song
keep me turning my head
guessing where the music
is coming from
what path is next,
and wondering at the
path that led me here;
where have my footprints
disappeared.
The restless and the weary
souls lay down
their burdens to the sand
and sift their hands
to turn the time again.
I have come here with
the knowledge
that I know nothing,
but still I wait for
always something.
This conflagration is igniting
and burning and catching
and swirling and fighting
swinging upon the breeze
and I am thirsty
crying for my soul
to quench this need.
The light begins to fade
as the clock ticks time away
and I lift my leg
keeping stride with the desert
whispering in my ear
to just keep on going.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
untitled
We are the loose feathers
springing into action
once the wind picks up
take me with you
on your flight to the unknown
springing into action
once the wind picks up
take me with you
on your flight to the unknown
Friday, June 24, 2011
Swinging Intermission
tap tap tapping
my fingers to the beat
cigarette smoke and
syphonic notes
circling at my feat
the crescendo breaks
and the saxophone aches
burn burn burning
through the room
twisting notes
lingering like red wine
on my glass
and my fidgeting hands
playing with the band
tickle the tabletop
sticky with the atmosphere
rolling through the jazz guitar
and pounding out the bass
I've left my seat
and wandered through the halls
I'm out walking the night street
scuffle scuffle slide
I'm on the west side
I'm on the east side
my feet barely touch the ground
my fingers to the beat
cigarette smoke and
syphonic notes
circling at my feat
the crescendo breaks
and the saxophone aches
burn burn burning
through the room
twisting notes
lingering like red wine
on my glass
and my fidgeting hands
playing with the band
tickle the tabletop
sticky with the atmosphere
rolling through the jazz guitar
and pounding out the bass
I've left my seat
and wandered through the halls
I'm out walking the night street
scuffle scuffle slide
I'm on the west side
I'm on the east side
my feet barely touch the ground
Saturday, June 18, 2011
the Island
Waves stand like sentinels
upon this beach of ours
we've claimed this kingdom
for our own
our toes intermingling
with the water
that is lingering
in calming caress
When all else is lost
you can find me here
when fate has other plans
you draw me near
upon this beach of ours
we've claimed this kingdom
for our own
our toes intermingling
with the water
that is lingering
in calming caress
When all else is lost
you can find me here
when fate has other plans
you draw me near
Monday, June 6, 2011
Weary Battle Song
This is a battle I can't win
like tossing a flower
into the wind
when I am ready
when I am able
I will see
When you have found it
you will have lost it
and you will see
go around
and go around
and go around
Come back for me
come back for me
I am ready
I am ready
I am
she isn't like you or me
she keeps her hopes
like single pennies
and drops them down
drops them down
into the sea
I wish that I
could be that free
follow me home now
I open my door now
won't you please come in
Come back for me
Come back for me
you are ready
you are ready
you are
like tossing a flower
into the wind
when I am ready
when I am able
I will see
When you have found it
you will have lost it
and you will see
go around
and go around
and go around
Come back for me
come back for me
I am ready
I am ready
I am
she isn't like you or me
she keeps her hopes
like single pennies
and drops them down
drops them down
into the sea
I wish that I
could be that free
follow me home now
I open my door now
won't you please come in
Come back for me
Come back for me
you are ready
you are ready
you are
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
This is for You
You are my love
my never ceasing breath
you keep me afloat
when the waters flow and ebb
I turn my palms
into your quiet kiss
you've held me here
so many times like this
my never ceasing breath
you keep me afloat
when the waters flow and ebb
I turn my palms
into your quiet kiss
you've held me here
so many times like this
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sinner Confess
In this silent confessional
I await my sentence
pleading mercy with my eyes
in this betrayal
soflty turning tides
letting my fists fall to my sides
In this quiet defeat
I collapse into submission
given up my will to fight
now end this neverending
night.
I await my sentence
pleading mercy with my eyes
in this betrayal
soflty turning tides
letting my fists fall to my sides
In this quiet defeat
I collapse into submission
given up my will to fight
now end this neverending
night.
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