Everything lost

Everything lost
Is meant to be found
Everything found
Is meant to be shared

Everything hidden
Is meant to be concealed
Till it is revealed
Layers of mistruth exposed

Every fear
Is meant to be overcome
Even the one that stares back
A challenge on open ground

Trust once lost
Will never rebound
Once a thread is cut
It will never be the same

Ironic metaphors
Myth maniac schizoid similes
Schism widening
Hardening scar tissue

Everything lost
Is meant to be found
Everything found
Is meant to be shared

I want my life back

I want my life back

The one I never had
The one that makes me happy
The one I never knew I had

Running in the rain
Down a nameless road
Each rain drop a tear
Slamming on the ground
And through my clothes
Soaking my soul

I want my life back
The one I never knew I had
The one that makes me happy
The one I never had

I am ready to be happy
I am ready to walk that nameless road
Through those angels tears
That soaked my soul

Running in the rain
Soaked to the bone
Side stepping destiny
The one I never had

I want my life back
The one that is in reach
The one that made me happy
The one I knew I never had

Choosing my own fate
Not the one that was written for me
By another callous hand
The one that made me happy
The one that makes me smile
In my soul

Even Angels Cry

Even angels need a rest
They get tired listening to death
Making promises in the future

Old men tell their stories
Knowing what is said is wrong
But saying it anyway

Even angels get tired
Choosing to lay dormant
Watching as everyone dreams

Old men lay down waiting
Watching the world crawl by
Going to the next world

Even angels cry
Watching all their wards
Waiver before the diming lights

Even angels scream
As the lights fade
Draining what remains

Even angels have feeling
Smiling at all those memories
Knowing even they will fade

Did I Know
That your memories would haunt
Falling off the trees like dying leaves

Seven Falcons

Seven falcons in row

Facing south

On the same spot

On seven different power lines

With one pole between

Two falons in a row facing east

The smoke drifts between here and there

Dancing to its own music

The words of prayer melting the frustration away

One foot in this world and one in the next

Two spirits tearing

The smoke drifts higher

Like images in the clouds

Telling their stories

If you wish to hear

Seven stones

A badge in order

Seven fires

Wash the spirit clean

Seven falcons in row

Point to new directions

Which to follow

Two years in coma

A spirit needs to be free

With one foot here

One foot there

Two spirit split in two

Seven falcons in row

On seven poles

All pointing new

Two years in coma

Before the ill was cleaned

Was this her story?

Seven falcons know

Yellow Red Brown Leaf

Yellow, Red, Brown leaf

Floats down a stream
Drifting here and there
It will freeze in time
With indecision
In will feel no pain
It will feel no fear
A calm will settle in it soul
An ice sculpture
Frozen in the flow
Promises made to a future
The pain will fade to glow
Appearing brittle under the snow
From that pain something will grow

The leaf floats
Drifting with the breezes
It will freeze in time
It will feel no pain
It will feel no fear
Calm will settle in
Freeing a soul
Frozen in the flow
One promise to a future
Pain will fade to a glow
Brittle yet resilient

Death Laments

Death Laments

Furious and tangible
Nightmare on a beach drive
Death laments in antagonist fury
His spit splashing in my face
His hands reaching for my neck

The grip strong
Pushing his hands down
Death words still echoes
“I am going to Fucking Kill you!”
“You Dumb Fucking Retard!”
Death gives death threats?

Death is filled with rage
His plan escaping from his lips
There is hate in his eyes
As the spit turns to salt
As Death screams his tirade
“You dumb fucking retard, “
“Uneducated!, Schizophrenic!”
“You Are Nothing!”
“I am an important man”
“You are less than nothing!”
“ I can Practice in four countries”
“Can you Say that!”
Are saying you can murder me in four countries?

Calm settles with in
Death plans out loud
I smell Death’s Fear
Hiding under the hate
The edge is near
Death’s words still echoes in the wind
As Death’s land rover runs me down

Calm settles on my heart
Death’s words dry to salt in the wounds
“I am going to fucking kill you!”
“You dumb fucking retard!”

Calm settles on me from with in
Is this my fate?
To be murdered on door steps
That once was mine

Calm settles in my soul
As the land rover races runs me down
I push his hands back down
Death’s tries to push me over the edge
I have looked into Deaths eyes
Seen emptiness
Emptiness in his soul
And hatred in his eyes
The Land Rover bruises my skin

Expectations lost

Dreams
Expectations lost
Memories falling short

Thumbing a ride near Moose Jaw
Agenda girls fly by
Never looking your way
Always glancing in their mirrors
Leaving you behind

Memories less expectations
Some roads are not worth a trip
I never look back
Or there you will be again

We all change by the second
It can never be the same
Everything ends
Even the day

Why is the end so long?
Dragging out the pain
Every ghost has a warning
Sounding a little country

Forgotten senses
Easing along
Left behind
Agendas piled high