Poetry · Writing

Hibernation

Hello?

It’s time to wake up.

You’ve been sleeping under that tree for to long.

The sun has set

the season has changed

the winner has been crowned

your house has been moved.

Tiles of metric meaning layer over the place you once called home.

It’s time to wake up.

You’ve been sleeping way to long under that log that keeps you sane. Time to rebuild that home.

Poetry · Writing

Rickman

The international bandit

thee headmaster

I tell them.

I tell them the story

is you

the story breathes you

and exhales icy winds

in a hot summer day. The first

steps were taken only

because you allowed it. The snake

everyone saw but not the thief we loved. I’ll tell

you the story. Feels the pages turn

like the wind blowing through your hair on a mare

through teeming meadows.

 

Now he rides on with a full book.

 

R.I.P

Poetry · Writing

Charlie

I’m Rick James, bitch ~ Dave Chappelle

Oh your down but not out.

Get up Darkness 

the light is calling you and it’s time to get up.

Cocaine is hell of a drug.

You fight alone

we can only watch from the sideline

as another one

takes their leave

to the Darkness.

R.I.P.

Poetry · Writing

North Park

Makeshift armor can’t protect my heart

From stray bullets

Blink past

Scattered pictures

Drawn from peach rainbows and olive Elms.

Makeshift armor can’t protect my soul

Tears of decorated walls

And A for apple.

Take the easy way out

Don’t sin and live with transgressions.

You didn’t see him,

Hiding behind the quivering lover

The guardian lover 

And you didn’t see him.

Take the easy way out

Leave the strong to pick up the remains.

Poetry · Writing

Lips

I see it

pink and full

still and quivering

as the back of the fog moves closer around her.

I see it

yet it doesn’t move.

Always shut closed

never revealing any secrets

 

the secrets of living.

Move.

Say something beautiful.

Say something to make my skin turn into rain.

Say it and lift my ears past the heavens

to place not yet explored.

It needs to come from there.

Not anywhere else.

Poetry · Writing

Lock

Felix knows the hiding place.

Felix hid it himself

Swallowed it whole

Picture on the wall

Twelve inch steak.

Felix bleeds

He bleeds himself

For the key

Erupting

Fiction and Truth.

Felix doesn’t know where the lock is

Or if it exist.

Felix holds the key to nothing.

Poetry · Writing

Sander

He said it once,

We didn’t listen.

Blinking at a stone face

Not knowing he was the prophet

Waiting to be called

Our savior.

We didn’t listen.

He talked to us in one ear

And it soared out the other

So now we pay.

We pay with currency that doesn’t exist

Pockets that weren’t sewed in

Coins that just spin.

He said it once,

And we turned our shoulder.

Walked away

Never looked back.