Fight the torrents
Escape the rage
Find wings to lift you high above
Peer into the chasm
That fuels the fire
Of malcontent – free of love
Alight upon waters
Where currents spree
Hand swirling to and fro
Close troubled eyes
Which cannot see
The flames found down below
The burden of the broken stones
Weigh heavy on the mind
Whitecapped waves crest and foam
But cannot wash away the crime
Building blocks to small to see
Poisoned the whole of the base
Years of neglect have now captured me
As I slow to a crawl in my pace
Hindsight lends no healing sauve
For this conjured soul of the damned
Only regret of a dying wretch
As I crumble into sinking sand
Ever does the new moon rise
Yet black in the clearest autumn skies
Undaunted by earth’s rotation abound
Creeping ever so slowly above the soft ground
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As early the glory of morning sleeps tight
The day brings it refuge to open with light
But only to fall back to sleep once again
Brings closure to dream of a new morning’s grin
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The heart on its journey can be quite the same
To open and close with emotional aim
While we wonder throughout our life in a daze
It’s a challenge we face walking through life’s maze
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And doors have their hinges that swing to a stance
They’re open or closed as they move in the dance
We all are like doors if we look at our lives
We open and close like husbands and wives
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While some of us never quite reach our crest
Like the moon we shine full when we are at our best
Relationships often take the same road
Making too much of one thing to carry a load
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But when that load becomes too much to bear
We wane like the moon and start not to care
It happens as mortals for that’s what we do
We wax and we wane in relationships too
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So keep your heart light and look to the stars
For you never quite know what might create scars
Yet scars are a sign that you truly did live
And for that be thankful that your heart can still give
For you I’d count the stars at night
Then bring them down to see
For you I’d swim the ocean’s wide
It’s what you mean to me
I’d give my life right now for you
Without a second guess
And feel the last beat of my heart
Because of you I’m blessed
I’d climb a height no one has climbed
And sing throughout the day
Then fly back down on eagle’s wings
Where in our bed we’d lay
For you there’s nothing I won’t seek
Just to see your smile
For you have made my life complete
And happy – if just for awhile
I found myself wondering among silver moons and broken stars. Here, is where I happened upon a hollow of stardust swept in by a nearby celestial body that was too bright for my eyes. Momentarily blinded, I knelt and splashed the stardust onto my face and eyelids. A technecolor rainbow of light streaked across the horizon of my soul as I jumped up to my feet and blindly ran. I discovered that gaining any type of purchase upon the billowing soft pillows of a cloud is fruitless at best. Therefore, I gave in and sat down upon that very cloud, and with my face held in my hands, I wept. As the tears slid down my cheeks, I could taste the sweetest saltiness of gratitude from my heart as I came to realize I had nowhere left to run, because my days of running were over, and my time for eternal life had begun! Silly me… What little faith I truly had even in the end…
Let me be your rock
And your strongest foundation
I will bear the load
I sing into the wind
I hope it carries my happy tune
Sailing through the atmosphere
Up and around the moon
Dancing upon the eather
Picking up speed among the stars
Winking as the words set sail
Coercing a smile from Mars
Far out into the Milky Way
Where celestial music blends
Angels take up the chorus
And now my journey has found its end
Sometimes, when the pain is too deep
I drift away in sorrow
Though minor in reality
My mind registers a cataclysmic event
While the silence engulfs me
My heart suffocates alone
Where is my knight in shining armor
Where has my guardian angel flown
Crystal, clear bright waters
Remind me of my childhood.
Red cliffs of clay
Daunting, but scalable.
Long hanging wild scuppernong vines
God made for boys to swing out over a sandy, gully floor.
Catching crawfish hiding beneath the weeds and mud
Within a cold stream.
Moonlit nights on Mobile Bay
Chasing fireflies in the park.
Frisbee’s tossed to and fro
By boys with shoulder length hair.
Hobie Cat sailboats line the shore
While mothers splash with toddlers in the gentle waves.
Riding our banana bikes to grandma’s
Because mom and dad were there for gumbo.
Picking every vegetable imaginable
From grandpa’s garden.
Digging worms beneath the compost pile
To use for fishing the next day.
Yes, life was much simpler
When I was a young man growing up in Fairhope, Alabama.
Canvas towers of black paint the horizon
There is no way out
There is no way out
Turrets of stone in windswept hues
There is no way out
There is no way out
A blanket of stars, black as pitch
There is no way out
There is no way out
Suffocating inside this sarcophagus, frozen forever
There is no way out
There is no way out
