A work in progress

We’ve spent five years

Afraid of one another

We’ll probably spend another seven

Behind closed doors

With our interventions

And all of our aggravations

Will we ever settle down

And ease back into relaxation?

It’s really a wonder that I’m still alive

With all of my cynical and physic complications

I ride on danger like a toddler on paper

Always at least pretending to stay in the lines.

You can’t always rely on

That setting sun

And sometimes it’s more fun to hide

Than to come in from on the run

You can’t always count on

Gaining the advantage

And sometimes the more you run

The more you have to run

The darkness swept over us

And left us alone in a field

With bones and our sorrows

I searched high and low

For your answers

But all I found was mystic temptation

Leading my backwards

And into a whirlwind

Where I was caught by a fraction

Of your words and phrases

Keep me bound

Lord keep me down

From all of these demons

That have been hanging around

Empty

With my dirty hands

And empty pockets

I tear down this vacant house.

With my crooked eyes

And my unsavory ways

I burn these rolling hills.

With my reddened back

And my blistered scars

I forge a new name.

With my broken pride

And my burdened soul

I carry my faded waste.

With all of my self

With all of my sins

I retreat to the solace of song.

If you listen close enough

You can hear me echo.

July 24, 2008

It’s 9:30 on July 24^th

I sit at home roaming in memory

Of you as a child

Angry with me

Confused about me

Looking up at me

Laughing with me.

And then I think of you now,

Sitting wherever you may be

Thinking of me

Blaming me?

Shaming me?

Forgetting me?

In our separate reveries is there forgiveness to be found?

As a friend once said,

“not without a cannonball.”

And I wait, alone still,

In my escape that made me separate,

And I dress my memories in white.

Do you know how much I yearn to love you?

When Thieves Rob

In this rain we small ones look older.

With our wetness dragging across our wrinkled brows,

And we cower behind our lynched intent.

Your thieving eyes see beyond secrets,

What am I to be left with,

Amongst my crowd of other desperates?

Oblivion

Just wait until I grow.

Then I will be King.

King of flight

King of Land

King of Beast

Just wait until I become.

Then I will never cease.

Cease flying

Cease traveling

Cease adventures

Just wait until I madden.

Then I will hide my scars.

I will hide away fear.

I will hide away sorrow.

Hide them until we sit around a fire

And raise a toast to one another.

Raise a glass with my brothers,

And in the haze of the morn

We will ride out

Triumphant and steady

Waiting for our fall,

And when I fall

They will hear the earth shudder.

When I fall they will all bend to listen.