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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

This is my purgatory

My Purgatory
Pennants for something
I should have done
Karma paying it forward
For something I may never do
My purgatory 
An ice wilderness 
Snowy wasteland 
One thousand miles from no where
God sends tests
Every one of which 
I was not ready for
Some I didn't recognize 
Some I simple ignored 
God has patience 
So sends one more
You sit with contrite honesty
Gravity pulling me to the floor
Down is up 
Up is down
This is my purgatory 
Tumbling reality 
Without guide wires or mats 
Mixing metaphors 
Truth is what we wish it to be
Time is a human quality 
The narcissism of humanity 
Ships bells at sea
Sound that sees in the fog 
This is my purgatory 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Wrapped in yesterday

Happily ever after
An illusion wrapped in yesterday
Time so Antagonistic
Finite Forever
Looking different in daylight
Standing still without reason
Moving without propose
Unrecognizable in front of you
mirrors reflected image
Wondering unconsciously
Bear foot on broken glass
Where broken angels go
Distorted and twisted
Conundrum in pain  
Can you hear their sorrow
Eerie menagerie
Agony symphony
Cellos in harmony
Happily ever after
An illusion wrapped in yesterday
Forever oxymoron

Monday, December 15, 2014

lunatic exchange

Artificial thrill
Exchangeable people
Lust confused with real
So easily replaced
Water so hot
Can’t wash the dirt off
Quickly replaced
For someone used
Broken down artificial thrill
Lunatic fake

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

One second to midnight

Finding one
Distractions to pass time
The never was
replacement to be measured against
The always will be
Let go of history
Learn what's inside
And what's out there
Avoid filling empty
Forgive trusting hope
Let go of yesterday

Finding one
In the multiples of maybes
Avoiding all the wannabes
Deleted memories
Bored indifference
Said so well
removed anyway
A distraction yesterday
Use and discard
Replace so easily
Then there is that one
The one that won't let go
Time can't heal
Like that photo from a hundred years ago
Burned in and scared over
subconsciously comparable  
Mocking reality
Die a little everyday
Getting closer to the end
Swirling in their malice
Locked in time
Hope can be pessimistic
One second to midnight

Monday, December 8, 2014

flock of honesty

Black eyes stare
Black beaks tear at the flesh
A meal in death
Sinister flock of honesty
Reaping that which is given
Penance for the living
Wings the color of the night
The sound of their call
So final
A cackle
The flesh rips
Leaving the bone red
Black eyes stare
Your living yet
The cackle seems to say
A promise some how
Black eyes stare
Bleakness and honesty
never a tear drop
Reaping the harvest
A distraction between memories
Wings spread wide
before taking flight

Friday, November 28, 2014

Rattlesnakes and Vanity

Footsteps on my soul
Rattlesnakes in my pocket
I am not that vain
When I see reflections
I see all those mistakes

She talks to angels
Even though she doesn’t have wings yet
Tiny slip of his hair
Tucked into that little silver locket

Hemorrhaging heart
More with every pump
Feeling the pain
Hidden behind that smile

I am not that vain
Like that song from so long ago
Remember from so long ago
Not yesterday old but years ago

Rattle snakes and vanity
Walking down empty hallways
Reflections in the shadows
Voices in the past

She talks to angels
Even the wings are years away
The locket empty
Laying in the shadows along the hallway

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

sounds of the moon

The sound of the moon is beautiful
Remember that time we danced
In the bed of that pickup truck
Moon light and fireflies the only light
Shadows setting the mood
Twinkling little stars in the darkness
Gone in a heart beat
A memory frozen in summer time
So vivid it could be yesterday
Two stepping under the moon
In the glow of fireflies
Country music lingers on air
Smelling like summer
A memory that brings warmth
Frozen in yesterday
The wind is cold now
Windows crystal snowflakes
Snow and howling wind
Memories the only warmth
In this cabin at the edge of the world
Fire burns in the hearth
Crackling and cooking an Irish stew
A moonlight sonata floats in the air

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Dried Paint

The paint swirls
Colors mixing 
Only stopping 
when it's just right
Layer on layer 
Slowly an image appears 
A memory from so long ago
Words swirl in the mist
Having meaning only when they want too
I miss you more today
More then yesterday 
The image so guttural 
With an intense stare
Looking clean through your soul
The paint gets thicker
And some how smoother
With the passage of time
I miss you more yesterday 
Then the day before
Paint has dried 
An image telling a story
Whispering through the years 
A memory you can't take away
Hanging on a wall
The damage so evident 

Saturday, October 25, 2014


Authenticating what is
Recognizing love to make sure it is real
Hidden between no doubt and what ever
Alternate fiction just a drama being play out
Emblematic representation of perfection
Just a straightforward girl who meets an undemanding boy
A simple relationship tossed in complicated
Recreating reality with a flashmob
The blow back beating the drum
Sounding like screams in the rain
It is fun but it hurts
Authenticating the love
Confirming that it is genuine
Making it feel valid
Before the mob can change the real
Giving Juliet a make over
Faking the appeal
Sliding real between no doubt and what ever
Sophisticated manifestation  imaginary fiction