Writing, Ideas, & Stories
a little lost now
following a kite
map shredded
two nights to get it
and i have never felt, whatever this is-
a chilling call
not a heroes call
an endless brawl through the nights free-for-all
and i have been losing
easier to count the small moments when i felt everything was whole
can do it with one hand
do not see the second being used
yet to push aside this feeling of being used
left beaten and bruised
to lay in the coldest of night
with nothing but a stringless kite
loving someone else is impossible
unless you love yourself first
we are worth more then one chance
i usually deploy a weak baseball rule
three strikes
but weak because i can never call anyone out
even when they deserve it-
bad shit comes in threes(bleed)
should have been a breeze(beast)
fucked around caught your disease(21)
you have been out for years
kept you around against my wishes
missed the days when it was simple
dimples and smiles got you in the door
war followed and never stopped-
i prayed once-
like a message in a bottle i threw it in an ocean of many
they clinked together like after a toast-
or a prayer
i do not know if they will ever get to mine or which god answers the phone
maybe it is like the lotto system and we are all on hold
waiting for our number to be called like the dmv;
the bottle was ordinary but the paper was special
out of a journal with muses on the cover
thought they would get a laugh out of that-
whatever god; he she it just know i was in a dark place
darkened scribes on a windy night
saying hello to the moon inches from a fall-
i would not bother you guys
if it was not important
was hoping to get into the priority lane
but i have missed church a few hundred times so i get it
just need something to go right-
anything;
challenge and admit
never one to quit
just on you-
on the full moon you showed your true colors
broken bottles fury nights slashing fights
knowing worth is not measure in dollars
just broken windshields
chasing night and day
like a dog on the freeway
not after a bone
looking for something i found and not ready to give up
the time has not come
just a chase;
worth every drip of sweat
blisters and speed bump-
for when i catch you
time moves at a reverse pace
your hand pushes the clock backwards
and moves mine forward
towards her on the tip of her chin
lip breaches her timid skin
surprised i caught her
but the chase only made time more valuable
you are a trampoline
for everyone you love in your life
bouncing high in the air
while you slowly sink in the ground
you are a relic of the home that once was
aged with time and vine while they sip wine as fine divine
but i will save you from the museum
not a treasure to worship
but a dancing queen to worship
a treasure on her own pirate ship
sailing and everything rounding her finger tips-
and will frame that trampoline
every great story has a beginning
I carry you with me everyday.
Find you in between the lines of each poem
in the songs I write and a god will smite
if I ever do wrong.
before me walks an angel
an angel of two fruits
and one bite, I was hers-
the sour outer to ward away the weak
until the sweet middle hold my tongue unable to speak.
Walking alone to the store
her shadow will hold my hand
and all the noise
with her the heart feels slow
a necklace of turbulence
a ring of the past
shoes of yesterdays choices
all these accessories
you’re the chain that never breaks
stainless steel one hell of a meal
and one day they’ll take a picture of me down on one knee.
Weightless around my neck
never in anything Aztec
sheltered from the storm, low-tech
rising above the rift and diving on the raft, high-tech
never taking a day off- never needing a rain check
the one and only, cashing in that pay-check.
Saint's Muse 