The woman rustles through her purse
Searching for a tissue while,
Hands in his pockets, he looks down at his feet.
I hear her sob, “How could you…?”
The rest is lost in the phttt-tt-tt of the sprinklers
And whiz of a passing bike.
Ponytail flying, the blonde runs up
To the bench where three classmates sit.
Breathless, she shrieks, “You will die
When you hear what I heard…”
Then my bus pulls up, and annoyed,
I start my trip wondering
What the bastard had done
To the woman who cried
And if the girls died.
Falling from the mountain tops
Gasping for some air
Trying to find a better life
While dying to get there
Angel of inditement
Carving up my brain
Looking for a hurtful way
To cut away the sane
Swimming up a waterfall
Like a star that’s lost its way
Shredded skin upon the rocks
That makes me want to stay
Complications of the mind
Life is blurred from view
Filling my head with worthless thoughts
Trying to forget you.
She snuggled closer to me as she slept in my arms last night.
Milk bubbles were all over the floor and her toothless smile.
Tiny toe squiggles and knee prints are scattered all over the floor
But I forget everything there ever was before her…
Before her smile.
(written about my daughter)
Look…in the horizon there
Mountains stand with a magnificiant glare
They look so close, but yet so far
Standing there holding up romantic stars
If I had that one and only chance
I’d ask this glorious mountain if she’d to dance
I’d take my time to say my prayers
Cause thses precious beauties are, oh, so rare.
The cries of death can not haunt me,
As I have heard the voices of silence.
The darkness of of grave can not scare me,
As I have seen the darkness of minds.
The redness of blood can not shiver me,
As I have seen the color of hatered.
The fast moving winds can not trembil me,
As I have already swolled the floods of emotions.
The thirst of world cant kill me
As I have seen the desert of death.
The lonliness of path can not haunt me
As I have left my destination behind
The Beat Of My Heart
My heart beats for you, if only it’ll come true .
If you would only comfort me , and ease my pain.
I could breathe I would be born again.
With each beat of my heart I yearn for you.
With a few small words and things could of been different……..
And with each beat of my heart I regret losing you.
Each beat brings me pain,reminds me you are not near.
Arms outreached, for you
Looking Through My Window
Many a long hour I sit in my chair
The window open to let in God’s good
It’s a picturesque view for all to see
Especially the lovely,
Tall ash tree
In the spring it was late starting to sprout
But at last the buds just opened out
Now it is standing majestic and tall
Covered in green leaves,
From which the birds call
I watch it each day in the breeze blowing
Without human aid it simply keeps growing
Telling us God’s help is always there
For everyone who really cares
So look out of your window,
All day long
Then you will feel like singing a song
Of thanks and praise for the one above
Giving us everything,
Especially His love
The Old Man
His face shadowed over like a cloud, full of rain,
His mouth was curved, an object of disdain.
He lay there cold as morning frost
His soul, his mind forever lost.
He lay as if though sleeping, upon the old armchair,
His clothes for sleep upon the bed, laid out with gentle care.
His face was free from hardness, in death the old man did smile,
With the underlying happiness that he’d be there for a while.
A breeze leapt up and through the door, rendering the bedroom cold,
It brushed the face of the silent man and took a gripping hold.
‘Twas five days later one called by, and what they saw they’ve sworn,
The wind had been harsh and without care his face was smooth and worn.
A village crowd astounded, treaded through the dilapitated hallway.
But the old mans body had vanished, they knew not what to say.
The crowd turned and left, not one said a word,
The wind it cackled and howled like a ghost,a ghost that no one heard.
A Moonlit Adventure
I walk through the forest at night,
Cause I know there’s not a soul in sight.
I hear the wolf howl to the moon,
Cause he knows that it will be full soon.
I hear the field mice cry and run from the owl.
I know what is beyond that lightning border is a soul;
And with frightening corruption that I long to know,
I fall asleep on the shore of a pond and awake by a drinking doe.
Do You Remember?
Sis, do you remember the silly rain hat
That our mom used to make us wear?
Well, I don’t know about what you thought,
But it was more than I could bear.
It was a horrible green with a big ugly bill
That really was a disgrace;
And was so embarrassing for me to wear
That I hated to show my face.
I remember leaving the house
Having to wear that thing;
And if mom ever caught me taking it off,
Oh, what a fight it would bring.
But that was a long long time ago
And a memory from my past;
And I don’t worry about where it went,
Know why? cause you wore it last.