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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Happy Place

There is a place

that no one wants to go

for they fear

their true colors may show.

But it is between

a fib and a lie

that the soul

goes to cry.

Yet it’s there

by that place

where the spark

of truth

shall never die.

So let your fear

creep through the dark

while your light

it opens the gate

of what it is

you must create.

So as you

sit on the fence

between now and then

the ink from this pen

will dry written

again and again,

long after you decide

what you are to do

my old friend.

BeLove © 2018

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For What They Mean

It is often

in our search

for something else

when we find

some meaning buried

in our own true self,

and though

I did look through

the eyes of you

I could not find

what the worth was

of such little value.

Then there it was

something I found

hidden behind

an antique bookshelf

buried below

the meaning of me

is the value

of what it is

I must leave for you.

In the place

of an empty space

I put down these words

for what they mean

you must search

within yourself

and no one else.

For what they mean

remains unseen

in the distance between

you and me.

For now, at last, and forever

It’s why I may

and what I must say

to plot the course

all the way

to forever ago

and go to work

on the american dream

Slow and steady

there she goes

with my foot down

on the outskirts of town

towards a glow

bright and lost

against the flow

with a thought

placed inside a poem

and the mystic

with which it sits

in the palm

of wisdom’s hand.

BeLove © 2017

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Years to you and yours.  2018 is going to be a good one.

Break It Down

Take this heart and pick her apart.

Before I go ahead and put this thing to bed.

You’re a day late and a dollar short

So take this change and meet in the middle.

Love is a riddle except when played second fiddle.

Sometimes a fool must rhyme to forgive his crime.

When a word on a page graces an empty stage.

The lights go low, it’s time for the show.

Confidence spreads with a shimmer in shadows that grow dimmer.

Hopes hang high above a rafter held tight by laughter.

Dreams are drawn in place of a familiar face.

Remember to share and always play fair.

One of these days, I’ll take you to the place.

Where wolves howl a tune and sing it back to the moon.

Or see the clown who wears a crown.

Where we build it up from the ground just to break it all down.

BeLove © 2017

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Los Lobos / When The Circus Comes To Town

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