Who are you?
What is your sound/vision?
What guides your call?
Deep gulps of morning coffee
Flickering sounds
An empty wall
With little splash marks
Years of service gone by.
This pen fades
The more I write,
Like fallen leaves
Into enrichened soil
Rhythms have lost my voice
Telling me of better days.
I’ve fallen in love
With a white angel
Who falls so tenderly,
Floating like a falling leaf
Memory departs from me.
Sensation descends upon my brow
So fanciful of dreams,
So calming in nature’s way
That has a depth and crunch below
My wandering toes they go.
The decorum of my heart
Washed away what little worries
Came to mind,
For deep within the bowels
Of this tanned and weathered soul
Rests an old dog
Reading a novel
Satisfied with the new leaf
Of time
That spreads its cape
Over the letters of you and I.
It is a problem,
For I have not found it here yet.
Spires have taken my holiness
Unaccounted for,
Untrained,
Un-restricted.
Like a dove in flight,
But without regret.
There shall be no more passion,
No more emotional choices.
So it lays thus, solid and lifeless,
Awaiting a deep agony,
A lifeless sympathy,
That shall agree with
No more of this world
And of its gains.
Floundered,
Spinning into earth
Yet leaving marks: vivid,
As the Oak leaf stays
Through Winter.
Run wild
Take the calm road home
Listen to the wind
Follow footsteps into the snow
Feel waves
Watch a leaf fall to the earthen floor
Scare a wild animal
Look closely at moss
Hear a waterfall
Understand a heartbeat
I don’t walk with a swagger
I’m not a callused hand
I don’t wish for stars
Or four leaf clovers
I sing with a guitar that holds a tune
But my voice is held under water
In a rusty tin can
So I sleep in a cold corner
With a sore back on my side
I run out of gas
When I’m driving too fast
And my knives all go blunt
So my pencils aren’t sharp
But I’m still trying hard
To grow something again
The golden leaf
Of your memory
Have touched me once again
Like a spring
Feeding land
Your source has
Become my vein.
Shake the pistol at my mane
Lord help those who shame
For a gospel bell has struck gold
And the crowd is letting out.
Gone are the busy days
Lost into the wind and rain
Leaves have let down their shine
And blankets freezing again.
Sitting alone by the fire
Running down my back
Washed away my innocence
And now’s my closing song.
I wanted you to be with me,
Lilac in Autumn,
“Death do us part,” we said;
Death upon our doorstep,
Maple leaves blew at us,
Grass lay fallen all around,
Yet we held each other close
For no Winter gale could throw
What Summer had bestowed.
I watched as each petal fell
Each gross, entangling retreat
For which I had no escape from,
No secret spell to depart.
So there I lay
Crumpled, long past bloom
Decaying and so delicately
A heart so much betrayed.
Long is the day
That approaches with sway
Blown by madness
Of ten angry horses
Tumbled autumn leaves
Gone, nevermore.