Can’t be afraid to fail
if you want it all.
It read on the tomb
of a sand filled god.
Spears and free folk
rampart the fields over
his dreams. Pools of
sparkling paradise
decorate the edges,
where the free searched.
Tag: Poetry
Without Order
Blankets tied the edge of the bed
to the ceiling. Wrapped in tied dyed
sheets from the Dollar Tree with
monkies swinging from branch to
branch. We see things different.
Upside down shows us the way
it’s supposed to be. Anarchy and Peace
hold hands skipping to a better
tomorrow. I wish I could of taken that
blue pill sometimes. Sit up straight and
pretend it doesn’t exist.
The Great Weekend
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the clean streak is over. We’ve seen
the best of the best in highlight form
living the high life before
I know whats next.
Rolling the pair of dice
looking for paradise
matching the asking price
dying on father’s flotation device.
Defend
My heart was your shield
the night the pitch forks came.
Into the steamy fields under
blood moon. Their screams
carried deep into the night.
Anger and fear clouded
their humanity, telling them
to burn.
Burn, burn until everything
is blood red. No devil can save you.
Run through the fields
my heart will be your shield
so you can fight for another.
Trust
Pinwheeling through it.
Gentle breeze blows the house
to pieces. Your labeled
The Big Bad Wolf.
Pieces will lie on the
cold Earth for an
unmeasurable amount of time
before it heals.
The contractor never
makes eye contact. Shamefully
assembling the remains as
a toddler builds a playhouse.
The pinwheel spins
until the next great gust.
Impersonating Gods
He once told me the sky was green.
I never questioned him and
without a grain of doubt
behind his trusting grin
I never thought to.
He once told me the world was flat.
Bare footed walks along the
ocean side watching the waves
peak across my toes
before it drowned over the edge.
He once said I would die alone.
Clenching knee’s
drifting into an ocean of sorrow
waiting for the sky
to revert to ocean blue.
Breaking Ship
We couldn’t make it across the canal.
Waves tossed our tiny canoe before,
before sinking.
The ocean wasn’t always the terror.
The cool calmness sheltred our
boat along the icy tides.
Similiar to before we got on.
The dry lands fuled our
adventure, we didn’t know
it would be our last.
Landslide
Stampede the living and
forgive the dead.
The brilliant came up short
in a foot race for discovery.
We failed as a team.
Pacing a baton one by one
even though the end was near.
I’ll never forget that race.
We came to destroy each other
and left hand in hand.
Sacred Ash
If I take away anything,
I can speak from the heart.
Watched it burn down to the end
and let the hose fall.
They said no one was left inside.
Truly left burned
we said quiet prayers
until the end was the beginning.
We never had a chance to clear the air,
before beating flames
and sacred ashes.
24 Karat
We passed on secret notes
steamed in begging flames
struck with forbidden steel
forged into gold names.
Saint's Muse 