Poetry · Writing

refugee

fighting away

the urge to fight

just take a flight

find a home

made out of bricks

read about the licks

you missed

in a boat sailing away;

far away

that ain’t very fair

they made you mayor

now they call you traitor

blow your brains out with a lazer

and that wouldn’t phase her

found her drawn in crayons so i traced her

just so i can taste her

later

Poetry · Writing

lightworker

you’ll lead the way

will follow;

protector of man-

the earth below her feet; she worships

the ones you will not meet; she notice

electric fingers twirls the air like string

earth given powers, meant as a sign

to bring forth the daily wonder

we walk on without regard;

her gentle roars keeps the power safe,

fangs bear the wicked and worsen-

a tiger guardian, a lightworker.

today; she works as a electrician

bringing light

to those ready.

Poetry · Writing

Leon

a crewmate on our last days – “be

less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,

our lives on Leon; this boat will change you

so you can survie, we live on our captains words:

where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!

we sailed on Leon for days without rest

collecting fools gold for our nest,

until the sea gave out

reclaimed Leon

like a mother and child

Poetry · Writing

amphibian library

i always here:

“where did you go?”

face plastered on milk cartons

at the local college poster boards

whispers at the taverns-

i heard he’s in miami now,

settled down

stable job

sings songs on the pier to the birds

or

he’s a frog

spends half his time in the sea

the other half in a zoo for you to visit,

i am right here,

every night you know where to find me

curl me up in your palms

but i won’t purr like before

like god you left a long time ago,

you can’t expect a warm welcome

healthy exchange

where did i go,

i left your intrest circle

so you spun me out

i am right here

singing songs on piers

swimming at the sea

writing poems somewhere in between

where i’ve always been

Poetry · Writing

on the road

it has been awhile

hey,

can i join you

what are you drinking

i know it’s been awhile

can i top you off

never wrote us off

just wondered

after those years apart

where we could have been;

i see it in my dreams

it’s usually my fault

maybe we could get dinner

i would love to hear

how we both ended up

at this bar

with each other

Poetry · Writing

getaway

i can’t stop the shaking,

the feeling of giving up

dropping everything

& start anew.

somewhere where no one knows

anything, where i can build,

somewhere quiet,

it won’t stop the shaking

it’ll be back the next day

maybe a month from now

but that time

sounds perfect