Thursday, September 23, 2010

Confessions Of An Old Sailor

She sits on the bow
Contemplating her treason
Gun held close to her brow
Sweat shop surrogate love
How will we make it through this storm
Compass points somewhere past North
Captain I’m losing you

I know what I wrote
Oh my this sailor might
She just might...........

Hand me my cigar
Where’s Jesus when I need him most

The tide is red and the baron takes flight
I’m grounded
Oh star commander
Russian Roulette was always my favorite game

This time his hand has the trigger finger
I’m on my knees
What a storm
Oh boy
Your quiet today
A thousand miles behind us
Contemplating treason
I hope I don’t regret this........

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Finding Alice

I am the prisoner sleeping in the belly of your soul
Lost in the ocean of one Iris
Dialated and unsure of the coming storms

Call me Shameful as I laugh
In your noose

I don't mind the intrusion
How metal rusts roses
How you tend to ignore these conversations.

I wear my umbrella even when it's dry outside.
Only you understand why.

Can you get me back to Alice?
Where everything is clear.

Where door knobs lead you into directions

Im falling down the hole
And Im waiting
To see Beyond the bottom

Between Me and The Devil

I wish I could have my seat at the bar

share my last drink with the devil

tell him how his words come out so much better than mine.

Alice and the rabbit, I will tell him

that’s all we ever are

reaching for stars

coloring them in with paper clips

and cutting them with scissors

slipping them under pillows

letting tears fill our lessons

kissing them good night

sleep tight

in patchwork pajamas

where it began

once upon a time…..

If I could….

begin in the web he spun me in

the one I can’t break through

Coffee runs through the well

pennies run through the holes in my pockets as we say our goodbyes

And you write…

Iris mixers, H20 eyes.

empty and full of life all at the same time

I love you.

I love the letter, torn and scarlett red

marked in the mail addressed now to someone else

Your name is etched in stone

I tried to erase it with my pencil

He saw it in broken eyelashes

worn hugs

with rings around tired hearts

I ask you to let go

you ask me to come closer.

Tell me Mr. Devil

What do you presume?

You say I turn my own grave

web spinning


Iris …. H20 under a million miles of mask.

If you could, read between the lines,

the devil can.

Coffee and trains,

Devils and stars,

wishing wells and scars.

Scarlett letters and mail.

....Alice.... says kings can wear hats,

Crowns suffer wars.

Armor breaks,

Symphonies trail behind us

in patch work pajamas.

Pardon Me Sir... Conversatating With The Devil.

Pardon me,

Old man

May I share this bench,I dare you to look me in the eye

To look at my Jesus.

Can I talk with you?

For a moment

Bet you couldn't take my hand

You been here all along-

To rape me when I was a child

Alone in my bed.

You were there to tell me lies,

I believed them.

Pardon me Sir,

You stole my family

You crippled my body

You tried to kill me twice.

Your face is old

Your profile strong

You were once beautiful

You had to have it all.

I wanted to tell you

As we sit here now,

Sharing this bench

Like old friends,

When you wanted it all

You were cast from heaven

But you can't have God's promise

You can't have me

As we sit here now

You won't look into my eyes

Because you will see my Jesus

I am here to tell you now

Old man

We sit in a War

In the end

We know who wins.

Pardon Me Sir.

Monday, September 13, 2010

War Commander

Static builds and I tend to this war ship
I roll my cigar Talk with the captain and she wags her tail
Pick up the radio
Are you there - listening
the storm gathers

He says your beautiful
I’m holding on
I’m the only passenger
He says in Morris code
I raise my hands Its just you and me
Ms. Captain commander
We sail these seas together

The message is clear
the wind is cold
I smile against the arms of tomorrow

I hear it in the voice of reason
And I might not be a writer
But I am the best fighter
I watch the smoke clear the air

I break the sail
Man the tide
I cant turn back
Its now or never darling

Morris code Captain
War ship is beginning to falter
Ignore the signs!

Its now or never!
I laugh
Captain wags her tail
A smile breaks my back
As we move into first place
As we watched them walk away….

I might not be the best writer
But I am the best fighter
Static fades
Message is loud and clear
The fog lifts
Its now or never!