Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Wolf


Sheep gathered in the moonlit field, as I watched from the grassy hill...
I tried to be silent, stealthy, and crouched; remaining perfectly still...
The hunger swelled up inside me; urging me to kill...
Tonight I would eat well...
I would get my fill...
Instincts took over and I began moving in; looking for the young and weak...
I spotted a lone, lost lamb in the grass, and I proceeded to causally sneak...
I felt no malice, rage, or blood lust...
Only an urge to survive...
But when I suddenly heard the man yell, "WOLF!"
I had never felt more alive...

The Music



I close my eyes to all the despair and worldly strife...
I sit and rock in my little rocking chair; ear buds tightly inserted like a life saving prosthetic...
I let the world rush by as I immerse myself into my last refuge...
The bass and treble... The mids and highs... The soft variances, to the percussive booms...
The timeless lyrics jet me back to where my days were longer, and things made more sense...
It was a time when my entire identity was the music... My entire being... My reason for living...
With the passing of that infernal notion we know as time, priorities have changed.
Life got very serious and stoic, but the music remained... A constant in an ever evolving world...
You may remove my eyes... You may cripple me, and take away everything I hold dear...
The music will always remain; if only an echo in my vacant mind...




 

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Untitled

Mercury passed in front of the sun today...
The obstinate clouds blocked my view...
Ghosts have lost their believability...
Sadness knocks right on cue...
The lyrics have lost their meaning...
The food has lost it's taste...
The cemetery is empty...
And time is but a waste...
I leave my cigarette burning as I close the lonely door...
The music is still softy playing; but another sad song I can't endure...

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Ashes


Her ashes were thick...
Heavier than you would think...
Fragments of bone and teeth...
A soup as black as ink...
Stirring and mixing...
Sifting through her quaint remains...
Reminiscing about wiping her tears in the rain...
The sun winks at me through the cathedral of oaks...
And I continue to scan through her lost love notes...
She took a lover... Probably two...
The descriptions of her secret summer were exciting and new...
She said I was her life and she'd never leave me...
The wind catches her ashes; and she is finally free...

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Armor


What's behind that Jiffy-Pop foil that you used as armor?
A thin, onion paper barrier from the vexing world...
You hid within plain sight...
In the hot, unforgiving afternoon light...
Like a broken bird trying to take flight...
The putrid smell of regret claws and scrapes at my nose...
I lay the useless shovel and gloves in the truck along with your tattered clothes...
I spray off the scarlet from my tired hands with your garden hose...
I breathe in the silence as the voices subside...
Should have had better armor, or you should have learned how to hide.. 

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Dry


How I am lost in the verdant spring, yet my mind wanders an arid, desert road...
Eclectic music drones from my random playlist as I shoot at nothing, then reload...
The cat plays with the poisoned mouse, and I let it...
The old dog is the only true pet...
She left the house with her hair still wet...
All this ammo will surely put me into debt...
The air is humid but my brain is dry...
Somewhere in west Nevada if I really try...
The shells don't rust there when they hit the ground...
There my falling tears would actually make a sound...

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Memories

My memories... They glisten like dew on brilliant blades of grass bathed in the morning sun...
Each of them twinkling from that place where memories dwell...
Some are faded from the weather and the heavy, suppressive time...
Some hide in the shadows, cowering into the forgotten,
while others taunt me, refusing to succumb to age or dementia...
All these memories...
My own little pieces of immortality...
My own little curses...
My own little gifts...

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Monsters

    
     They say drowning is a peaceful death once you commit to it. Anticipating your next breath, knowing that you will be breathing in water is probably an unnatural feeling. Having your leg chained to the bottom of a pool and having it filled slowly seems a little cruel, but that's what we do with monsters, right? We cleanse their lungs with thousands of gallons of watery retribution. It's not like they don't deserve it. After all, they're monsters. They have done unspeakable, evil things. They have stolen innocence and laid waste to hope. They have destroyed lives and ruined our youth. As the water slowly fills the pool and the monster pleads for his miserable life, take solace in knowing that chlorinated justice will be silencing him soon. I mean, this is what we do with monsters, right?

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