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

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

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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

you.

BeLove © 2017

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