Beginnings

A blackened moat of tar around my mind

I have fumbled my peace

Forget me nots to bloom in spring

Forget to flower too engrossed by the scene

With knowledge they wither

 A slow sapping death

They bend their heavy heads to kiss the earth that gave them breath

My body my soul has gone to seed

Forgive the path that has been told

Bring forth the mortar and the feed

Fish out the dead and spineless from snarling seaweed

False freedom from sodden feet

A firey hearth awaits me

Masses of sticky saltwater hair atop my head

Fair skin ablaze and beaded with sweat

Lips wind beaten and dry from gasp

Throat is thick and spun with rasps

Forgo the pain and escape

Forgive the shame and make haste

Follow me to hear the piper play

An entrancing song that we sing along and watch the children play

Exhaustion

Keep your boots marching my weary sore eyed soldier.
Death is but Gods parting gift of this life.
Don’t worry your aching mind with foolish thoughts of weightless shoulders.
Furrow your brow and Bare your teeth to woes as a pointed knife.
Gravity makes the best of men foil at the hip and weep.
So Be well my love and Bare your ageless soul so sweet.
And give yourself a moments sleep.
On the morrow we will seal this damn water tight.
Sensual masses of whispering words.
Passionate written  dreams.
Your life is the morning songs of a bird
And the elegant float of an autumn leaf. 
Give weight to yourself. 
Are we not but in a classroom for souls?
One thick pencil in hand and musty books on the shelf?
Rubber erasers filled to the Brim of a bowl? 
You are the sweetness that life brings to others who cross your path if you so choose. 
Hold tight your reins and spur the flanks and break the green broke anew. 

A Short

Do not be a poet of man

Be a poet of life

For the man that feels the pain of breath

Can see the beauty in it’s strife.

Make Way

I’d rather have my aging face with laugh lined eyes and greying wisp

Oceans deep of swirling sands give callused feet and weathered hands

Deafening eyes sopped and trodden of life’s sweet woes

Give me faith to be reasonable, give me reason to be faithful

Of  men of ages wanting living to be simple

But the grass that is green must always be cut

It is the neighborly curtsy of a fine family

We gnaw of the bones of our ancestors and make way for the fortunes of life

The graceless movement of man is out to douse my inner light

Still To Come

    Dont get me started on paper

I’d rather write to a different tune

There is far too much chewing than I’m use to

I have it down to a science

The words come like fire

And I dance in the rain storms to avenge my desires

They are still to come

My face sun-kissed and glowing

There is enough numbness to know

My ringing ears give me faith

For the plans that I make

I wash my hands clean from the bed that I’ve made

They are still to come.

Try To Run

Try to run…But the darkness keeps closing

Yell for the sun, but its all in the knowing

Hear the bells and the whistles of soldiers

Their marching on to a different day

I keep my head hanging on  my shoulders but I still hear the songs of those soldiers marching on

So try to run…But the stark logic is showing

Yell for the sun

But it’s not worth the knowing

I see the freedom just beyond my reach, but I fall to my knees, bent to a shameful retreat

And off with my head so the Queen seems to think

So try to run.

Redemption

My heavy hearted lips, kiss fragile skin.
The knot in my throat is thick.
Let’s fight for love tonight and give up tomorrow.
Unless the feelings swell too tight
And we can say so long to sorrow.
Loneliness seems too much of a sacrifice, to have tasted so much sweetness in my life.
I’d rather side with fate
And let the bitterness fall from grace.
And feel the warm sunlight on my face
Than let this life be borrowed.