Faithful Shadow

Good people are hard to come by....and I cherish the point when all is revealed and you know who you can count on. Cheers to all my good people....I only hope I can be all that for you as well.




I stood outside, at the edge of your words
Shadow boxing with the depth of your softest thoughts
Gently prying open a door that lead to comfortable breezes and lilac.
You sat on a throne of words unique...indestructible
I couldn't pass....

As chaos made messes of your locks
I saw only the one that fell across your fateful forehead
Drawing attention to eyes that wept holy water and whiskey
Taking in all who dreamt of living beside arts stream, din and sin
I fall to the middle....

I threw you the keys to the old Ford and said you could drive
But you were tired of making decisions, but sat close beside me
You spoke of a place that cradled the need to talk to the universe
Where all are it, and none are crushed, recognizing only the need  
of creative light....

I dream you pass untouched
And I follow in awe as always
Your faithful shadow.

Lost In My Writing

Pick me last and pay no attention

To the fact that I am ill tempered and lost
Shake hands with someone unformed….intellectually
And treat our trysts as skeptically as a pirate’s transaction

“You ok man?”

“Yeah, yeah, who’s asking?”
“You are.”
“Oh right, let’s move on to the next question.”

Transferring thoughts shaped like land mines
From me to you isn’t as dangerous as it seems
If handled correctly you have a bag of explosives
To be used for moral wars at a later date

“You ok man?”

“No, no, who’s asking?”
“Father time.”
“Oh, right, that ticking is driving me insane.”

I once grasped at the world’s sweetest cherries

And picked flowers with pixies in open toed sandals
The craft took hold and opened doors of pitch
The goo came flooding through painfully slow…itching

“Trains leaving.”

“Oh shit, where’s my ticket?”
“Sold out love.”
“Why can’t I just Ride?”
“Because this world’s had enough.”
“Of what?”
“Of you…”