Grace

I fell from grace

Cause hell was closed
Reign of man
Held close, at hand
I fell from grace
Cause Kansas was closed
But loved none- the- less
As child
In new clothes
I could not read or say aloud
This is my time, my life
Don’t frown….
But I could hear
What words were read
Like drops of ideas
Hit my wallowing head
I fell from grace and could not hear
The words bled off pages
Neat, clean, white, and dear!
But my ears heard every word
Not said
That beat will always
Ring deep in my head
I fell from grace
Cause hell was closed
I ain’t so bad
Like sand in toes

Sense

It all makes sense, now

The past, of no shame
Spoke loudly, but in vane
It all rhythms, now
Yesterday and today
Beat together,
to show the way
It all makes sense, now
Hindsight’s partner
Speaks clear of the author
And what of it, what of the note
What of what’s been spoken so loudly
So clearly
Thought so remote
Thought of insistence
Void of persistence
Finally called in reminisce
Swallowed whole beneath dense fog
I sing the tune of a shepherds lost…
Night
It all makes sense now
Those stings of life
Are our lyrics song
And the beat still does
Till not it would
And I for self am finally aware
Or my life’s beat is drama had
Of point which one not may know
Or on occasion, one may grab
and forever hold.

Suicide

How cruel the night

How cold the stone
How black the road,
To one’s final home
How cruel the bleak place
Of helpless cries release
And wounds unseen
That mark pains, refrain
How cruel the night
A lost dark place
Where one yields
To their last scene
How cruel the night
Black with fright
Sleep now, friend
Peace is your destiny’s  end

I guess

I guess

It was the march

Of thirty dusty nights

 

I say it was one day

That lasted a lifetimes

Morning glory, say

 

I think today is mine

And yours

For all of what I do, adore

 

I think, too much

Of when I rolled in the mornings dust

When time was forever

When the sun was never

To darken our hearts

 

I was one of

An army of souls

That marched from dawn

Till dark nights empty tolls

 

And when that sun

Comes back to see what

Was undone

I hope and pray

I was one who fought for the day

Fought for the day

When we

And you

Stole the sun’s mighty duel

And aimed it towards the stars out there

In a world where Sir Galahad

Ran and ran

Till all the time slipped from sand

 

Oh I am just a simple son

Born to grasp and hold

And cherish the new dawn’s burning sun

 

So let me go, let my soul

Hide amongst where I‘ve been and told

Of a child left alone

 

Let me go

To drift

Among the stars bright paths dots

For I will always find you and all

Who played with me

In this world of

Mankind

 

Where we danced, alone, untold

And into the path of my evermore

Evermore…….

Progress and Progressives

 

Of left’s and rights
Are we made,
Progressives all
Unless Amish resting in shade

Of lefts and rights
Hands on the wheel
Tugging one way
Then back with feel

Of lefts and rights
Do we turn,
If one, only
Or the other, then
Turns in circles do we begin

Of lefts and rights
Feet on the gas
Yet one holds us back,
on the brakes, gentle drag

Of lefts and rights do we all proceed?
Progressing ever forward
To where we need

No longer do we sleep in caves,
nor under moon light unless we please
To rest and recreate
Far from the stars
Five star hotels are better by far

Of lefts and rights
We shop for food?
No need to farm, to feed our brood

Of lefts and rights are we all one kind
Rolling together to see what we find

Of lefts and rights, are we one
Progressives all
Leaving history’s past, held in books,
resting on shelves in libraries dust

Of lefts and rights do we move ahead?
Yes, as nature dictates, in a left and right
winding trend!

Class

From the class of high
One lives above the sky
With none above,
just those below
Who look upward to
where they want to go
 
From the class of high
Lives one above the sky
And from that perch
Visitors see your view
and now search
For the stairs to take
To that place,
to elevate they,
who then say
 
I too see from high above
The land below
The land below
That has so much more
To go

The Curb

The curb:

 

I don’t know,

when

I lost the place

too

Might have been when the sun never ends

Or among a mountains cool dew

 

I had it once

And then,

Not

Time just sped by

And disappeared, spent and hot

 

It raced from here to there

Leaving flecks of moments of care

Strewn about a wandering mind

I wonder now

Was it real?

Was it mine?

Or was my time borrowed from

A place called kind

 

A concrete curb, a telephone pole to hold me up

Damn it to hell this seat I have is hard and rough

But it’s mine

And here I sit

Alone, or not

Won’t you join me?

For a moment or two

Not long, but enough

 

It’s not too hot

Or cold to feel

Just a curbside look

At drivers at their wheels

 

At drivers at their wheels

Spinning tires till they squeal

Rolling around on asphalt ground

Might be time for me to make

The train, southbound

 

And head on down to where sun never frowns

And leave the rest,

I see from my concrete curbs rest

Rolling around

And whose feet

Never seem, to touch the ground

But always seem to be a bit,

A little, ground

 

Now hear me my friend, I thank you for sitting with me

Will we meet again?

When will we see each other?

Sometime again?

I hope we do

And when we do

We’ll be sitting

On our curbside, concrete bench

Backs to our poles

Feet on the ground

Aleppo

How easy
Does,
The harsh of
Summer’s warring sun,
Come
 
How hard it is
For bright stars
To light earths, sight
And nights cool to chill,
Passions fight
 
How anger throws
Furled fiery fists
And into a reckless fight
Do we slip, and drift
 
So said are we
Adults said, are we
With no shame or remorse
The shield of
Innocents, then lost?
Maimed and burned by the hot of
Victorious men
 
No regard for some?
No regard for the dead?
 
Shame you all
Who answer the call!
And cast the stones
That kill and lash children hiding,
In the broken womb,
of their homes
 

Nature

And let my nature
Take its course
Let it live,
with no remorse
Let it stand
Stamped from land
Dressed in colors
Of all, man
And let my nature
Dwell with me
Roped and tied
For all eternity
Let it live
as one
Crafted from here
And there,
and there
to sum
Let my nature
Say to me
You’re made,
you are made of land,
And dressed in colors
Of earthly man
Let my nature
Lay with me
And whisper –
Carpe Diem
Every day
Let my nature
use my time
As a song,
Sung,
as notes,
played
From a minstrels
frolicking rhyme
 
Let my nature sing-
sing my life,
Was spent as best,
spent to the test
For all-
all of gentle
mankind’s, rest.

Reckless Moon

Oh reckless moon

Have you no sense

Don’t you know?

What effect you hold

On this poor mortals

Well-worn soul

 

Oh Reckless moon

You cast your spell

Stirring mayhem

And larceny

On this feckless self

 

Oh Reckless moon

Is that you?

Who dances winds broom?

That sweeps earths room

Kicking dust and lust

And old age rust

Hi above in to skies of white

fluffs

And hawks and doves who

Rescue fools

 

Oh Reckless moon

How dare you,

How dare you

Tinker with the mighty rules

 

How dare you take that which is not yours

How dare you know better than

which

Has been

Solely

Adorned

 

Oh reckless moon

I fail because of you

And succeed as well

And succeed as well before

Anyone can tell

I rush into the wind you stir

And reckless and feckless I live

What I’ve learned.