One For The Road

In the wake of my own flood
where these words
have dripped from my blood
scripted from a heart
that I tried to jumpstart,
well that my friends,
that was just the first part.
And in the light of all this
there is something I found
in a moment of silence
is where the story begins
to make all the more sense.
As it is in this
coming of age
that has opened up
the parts of me
I could never see
always sitting there
hiding behind a stage
where up a flight
of beaten stairs
awaits an inner sage.
And so it was in time
that I learned
what it meant
for a word to rhyme
as I hung them out to dry
for the world to pry
upon what
a word was about
the one that I scream
in a silent shout,
some are tangled in rhapsody
others touched by heartfelt melody,
yet so soon will come the day
when my words
come back to play
never left to go astray.
But first I must look,
look within my own damn mind
for what’s left of it
and the voice it carries
I have to find.
And what is that I have to say
will once again sing
with that something
in the me I find
along that lonesome way.
But before I get on and go
here is one,
one more for the road.
BeLove © 2018

Be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.


Eternity’s Edge

From this edge
where which I sit
a word is being writ
where conviction turns into
a sentence split
by essence of eternity.
Betwixt and between
division and diversity
The reality of a dream
only to be lost
in a wilderness
desolated and dense.
Nature and her narrative
nurture the sense
of a stillness within.
A weight shall be lifted
so gracious and gifted.
Let them bleed in their
shackles of greed
handcuffed by the need
of the sheep they overfeed
Something inside
has struck a chord
sung loud and swung free.
Once upon another time
in a less tolerant prime
the same sorta thing
all came crashing down
and damn near buried me.
Instead now I can see
what it is that should be
when it never was
part of the cause that affected me.
The climb it will never end
for it was always meant
to begin again and again.
At arm’s reach
and a day’s length
from the pinnacle
where purpose shows poise
no longer suffocated by the noise
blindsiding and cynical.
 It’s time to follow through
and turn my attention to
this thing called love, the world,
and holding true
to a promise I once made
BeLove © 2017