Writing, Ideas, & Stories
the wanderer has no reflection
a boulder tumbling down a road
left bloody by her wife
wonderous by her mistress
alone by her husband
the wanderer has no reflection
they; walk
to find
something
a no name feeling
a response to a question
on a dotted line
written in invisible ink
revealed by
well
the wanderer doesn’t know
if you know
and you see the wanderer
on the road you avoid most
let her know
she misses her wife
touch of hatred;
carried a long way
held every thought like a parent
grew up playing catch with his brothers and sisters
you could never tell;
trained to never forget
triumph will never relieve
one day will walk in the light my brother
your journey will bring you back
paid twice the fee
parked in the front
lights beaming in the night
front row:
stars feral and hungry
frothing at tasty planets like a buffet
lined up, ladle like soup
never enough always back for more
take a tour have a map- tour of war
a petting zoo of history
saying it doesn’t make it true
lose before you win
spin the story around
drowned in the details
tales you won’t remember
member of the team
dream tonight of staying
i love the way
you exist in this world with a smile;
dark clouds only over the horizon
your temprate ignites that darkness
leaving your forecast clear and sunny-
others will call it a fake
a green screen over everything
but i’ve been in that studio
they haven’t seen the production
your light cultivates;
raised with bricks
stacked high with a peep hole
just can barely see out
cold stays in
life stays out-
this was fine
no really i prefered it this way
all the big bads would come
brothers and sisters dissapear
but i was good;
pretended not to hear their screams
pretended not to care
pretended not to be home
that keeps me up at night
they rebuild out there
and i’m still in here waiting
for
something;
if they can’t get in
how can i get out
seems air tight
so how am i still breathing
a dream of butterflys
shattering these bricks like glass
i’ll be gone- so fucking gone
maybe to find those taken
those that never had a chance
or to feel everything that i could only dream of;
i hear the big bads coming again
they can’t stop them
all i have our ears preparing for horror
it’s safe here
it’s safe here
when you walked through that door
that door;
i fell
down
down
i remember my eyes opening
and never waking up
a dream
a dream so real i remember the smell of your hair
the sun on my arms
i remember it all;
like it happened yesterday
i don’t know if that day ever ended
i hope not;
i can’t answer
i missed that day
or
wasn’t invited
locked out of a room
i thought i had a key to
locks changed
password changed
but everyone swears it’s all the same
just pieces on a board game
saying sorry you missed all the clues
lost in a twister a ride for uno
they say to risk it all
but the monopoly you have
on the ships of battle
leaves my ticket to ride
lost.
you’re the baddest bitch
and you know it
everyone can see it
and this is the sales pitch;
stop playing.
i can see the practice
in the batters cage
straight to lights on centers stage
just to distract us;
i’m staying.
this world is yours
a seat for me in the front
my favorite scene i do my own stunts
above the stars and bars;
you’re slaying.
i have dreams
sometimes there simple
like tacos at that place down the street
on everything, they bomb.
don’t let it be a tuesday
ill transform into the road runner
and meet meet you there.
most of the times
i think about changing the world;
sometimes small,
like opening chick fil la on Sunday,
i’m sure i could start a political campaign off that one
most of the times,
i want to create something that enhances the mind
that makes others want to create
something the next kid can love
and grow up to rinse and repeat.
sometimes; i’m spiderman
but usually i’m me;
writing at a desk
with a half read book
playing digital chess
and a half eaten sandwich
Saint's Muse 