The Song

As they float in
These forlorn notes
They bring about a memory
Of the times you were held close

As the voice spreads out
Through the cracks of the black veil
You wonder why this song
Leaves your heart broken and pale

Then comes the joy
so sweet and contagious
From the heart of the Irishman
A voice so loud yet magnanimous

Some they make you dance
Others make your soul cry
But each one plays some part
In the story of your life

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Because…

Because it always ends
Before it even begins
Because I lose my thought
Each time time twists and spins

Because truths often
Hurt more than the lies
Because running away
Helps the soul’s infinite sky

Because the best world
Is always a fantasy
Because one step out of the bell jar
Brings you back to reality

Because every life unloved
Is a life that is dead
Because in every love what’s told
Is never enough said

Because every soul has an audience
And every audience a voice
Because even music sometimes
Is just a lot of noise

Because that which doesn’t kill
Gives you pleasure too
Because everyday I breath this dead air
I love you too….

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The Red Shoe

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A little red shoe
Is the gateway
To the world
Full of dreams for you

It lies in innocence
Deep in the garden
Of my blooming daffodils
Awaiting your remembrance

A swing set sways
Blown by the wind
Wishing for your company
On this winter’s day

Awaiting your tiny hands
That held on to the chains
And with each rise
Imagined unknown mysterious lands

A lovely dressed up doll
Sits alone at your tea party
She misses the hugs
That kept away the night’s cold

She awaits mundane conversations
Your fairy tale concerns
The view from the dollhouse now:
Everyday is a dark revelation

Perched on my window sill
My cold dark mind
Flutters like that bee
Buzzing around my daffodils

They miss your touch so tender
Their beauty belying the truth
They bloom from the love
Seeping through from six feet under….

Hope

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High among the clouds
Lies a beauty of hope
Her flight in history
Has been ebbing in endless flows

She is perched in feathers
Exudes a beauty ethereal
She smiles when surrendering
To our dreamy tears

Up in the sky
Does she see the path
Blurred with the walls
Stuck in an eternal aftermath

Everything is a result
Of something sinister
Does Hope see the light
Across this dark reflective river?

Is she in the sun
That shines through the tiny window
Is that her in the corner of the eye
Begging my soul to let go?

Does she like an angel
Fly in the depths of a mind’s sky
Or is she the Icarus
Who falls after an unreal flight?

To Johnny Cash

He came from Arkansas
with a depth of heart
he sang the blues
of souls torn apart

The empire of dirt
the Ring of Fire
all from the pieces of small faith
and the endless desires

He was happy for the world
but let it pass him by
and yet in his sorrow
he made me cry

Fell in love with June
lived and loved for years
and yet from deep within his favorite gods
he shed Apache Tears

depths of darkness beckon tonight
As I hear him far away
And when he finally walks the line
I reckon Everybody’s Fine

I miss him in the bars
the Folsom Prison too
and then I sigh with a smile
when I talk to a Boy Named Sue ūüôā

Knock on the Door

It pounds as it comes to life
my doors of hatred and spite
I look lost at the world ahead
at the easy happy roads I’ll tread
The pain I left behind
has melted in my mind
it seeps in through the cracks
through the unsavory joyous tracks
I look back sometimes hoping
that the door waiting to be opened
goes away in a blinding mist
makes its way to my bucket list
The pounding is now getting louder
like silent unending torture
I endure for now hoping I’d last
this failing torture of the past
At length I’d have to choose
to walk ahead with nothing to lose
or open the door as I look back
and let my soul fade to black….

The Black Swan


Stuck in a dream cloud
I worship thee, 
in you my dreams and nightmares you dwell
when in reality…you are me
A night for the insane
a day for perfection
in thee I find
my true self’s reflection
You are my eternity
my banal epiphany
You my expectation
my mortal enemy
Your will will break me
set me free in a misty glee
Your blood is in my hands
Alas, You…are, in fact, me…