Poetry · Writing

god of song

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;

Poetry · Writing

My Hero

Flipping channels

through all these different success stories

a chance to make a life

to be someones

either through blood

or opportunity.

Them being their, doesn’t mean they’re the best

waiting for the next great to pick up that shield

a Captain is always on the way.

I watch, knowing someone who sings better

paints better

and at the age of four

I learned that people are not born equal

death is a guarantee

and failure is a privilege,

not all of us see the stars.

So will flip channels

pretend that these people never scaled that mountain

and reached

even for a second

to be someones hero;

even if they can’t see the same stairs

or know how to walk

those heroes reach an arm out

lend an ear see the sea smell the breeze

they’ll be there for tough times

sing their song

end their show

with us in our living room

thank you

 

 

but I’ll be their one day

with all my might.