Writing, Ideas, & Stories
Kicking and screaming
cheeks turning red
boiling in human hands.
Red and blue lights flashing
peaking through the window.
Rocky earths usually forgotten
were taken the entire trip.
Shrieks through the busy halls
echoing in shallow stalls.
The working nurse asked a simple question.
She looked at him
and him at her
and they both knew.
Not the pet detective
the fighter.
The matador and
the trickster.
Royalty remains in history
in the name of the Royals
Yordabo, rest in peace.
Tribe lives red and white
Thick bears roam freely with man
Loving Robin to fathering a Robin
The great north legend has fallen.
R.I.P
Playing marbles with lambs and dice with the devil.
Missing the mark with all these fifteens and green zeros.
Goblins floss there wax teeth with bones and currency.
Suited Kings and Queens feast tonight with your own coin.
Piling high hay
hey put that down
you don’t belong here
there sit their be good
good boy
the race is going to start
gallop to victory little Martian.
Darkness clouds the view of your past and creeping into the future.
Mirrors shattered and a baby screaming in the back seat.
Girls jumping rope and boys playing basketball listening to Mac Daddy.
Flying from Los Angeles to Arizona to avoid traffic.
Rain drowns the night washing away the graffiti of my mind.
Forward moving and backwards.
only moving
Breaking bread with unwelcome guests
better run or this will be a Red Wedding.
Making friends of your enemies, where they
really my enemies.
Sunday is filled with your sins and
questions of where we are going and
where we should be.
Natures heavy blue eyes cower underneath the glaring crescent moon.
The moon cuts through the deep blue down deep through the coral reef.
The moon is greeted by her nephew, sweet and innocent.
Doe eyes and a glare only a penny to the great dollar.
When guard is shown and back is turned the doe eyes shows teeth.
Black and white given life of red and green and joy.
Swirling pike cuts through the air and finds the Bullseye.
Red pours from the Bullseye deflating and unprotected.
Continues pikes strike and strike bleeding the remaining life.
Spears pause and flee at the horror return of the black and white.
Twigs holding up steel will eventually break.
Crackling wood stares deep into the eyes of the steel looking for strength.
Steel weeps at the splinters left by the twigs.
Broken twigs left in the damp earth left by the steel.
Steel heads into the forest looking for new twigs, thicker twigs.
Saint's Muse 