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Sometimes the rain never falls , drowning in the overflow that falls from above
Speaking a word or two , something to do about love
Why do you even care , about all there is that you couldn't even hear
The world rushes madly on by, emerged so deeply in their own private made fear
Oh dear
One enormous mouth just flew by
On a ship built by ego alone did he fly
Sooner or later apart it always falls
They are those who choose unseen, untouchable prison walls
Hiding forever from who know what
Long as that invisible door remains shut
The mask they all seem to forever wear
Always pushing that same blank stare
Always different but then again always the same
Who is next that we shall lay the blame
this happened two hundred years ago
Today the seeds we now sow
Living now in that same fires glow
Nothing different nothing the same
Seeking the way to their own little piece of fame
Same old unfeeling bull game
Dreams dreams dreams flowing like the mountain streams
Soon to be gone with the ending winter snow
Always rushing with no where to go
Pain written on their faces.
Lost to human graces
But then we sludge so dreary on
where the night goes forever ,
forever and then we are gone.
Now that didn't that very long
Owls fly back toward the dark,
mice follow
the talons of an exposing sun.
The tramp and scurry
of predators and prey
passing each other, to-and-fro.
At the tree line, a small
clearing of calm.
Here dawn and night
mingle for a moment.
Here the fox loses the scent
of the rabbit,
the thrush goes blind to the worm;
only for a moment
at a crossroad of time.
Light and dark in perfect balance -
just for an instant,
then all directions
doom themselves once more
into perilous paths,
all must return
to the hawk-eyed tracks
of the back-and-forth,
the menacing trace
of coming and going,
the blood-splattered trails
of to-and-fro.
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
A quite handsome sight with a candy cane in hand
Taking a stroll in an evening cold chill
To Currier and Ives through the white snow
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
All deck out from his head to his toes
In his best golden brown delight
With a spicy scent cologne
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
With his sweet, smooth moves
Ready to shake and bake the night away
Rolling to and fro
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
A quite handsome sight with a candy cane in hand
Taking a stroll in an evening cold chill
To Currier and Ives through the white snow
Eve Roper 12/5/2015
He couldn’t fit his shopping cart
And suitcase through the door
And screamed at the conductor
(Quite a challenge to ignore).
Once seated, he spread out and then
Removed his socks and shoes.
Assessing just how nuts he was,
This added to the clues.
I glanced his way and sorrily,
I somehow caught his eye.
He then began describing
That the air was awful. Why?
The radiation on the train
Was there to make us sick,
But only some could feel it –
Those intelligent and slick.
I transferred cars while he still raved
And finished out my ride
In uneventful fashion
‘Til the trip home did provide
Another whacko, eating fries
And blaring on her phone
A news report in which
A screeching baby had been shown.
Incessantly, that baby wailed;
She played it on a loop.
I hoped that some brave soul
Would to the rescue somehow swoop.
But no – I had to listen
For we urbanites pretend
That it’s normal on the subway
For the crazies to offend.
He asked to stay till morning: he'd walk to get some help. I told his to grab a chair, handed him food told him to help himself. He dip toast bred and complimented the taste. We sipped wine and played cards, cigar smoke all over the place. I bought a box of stoagies, smoked up two or three. Sipped wine and watched a movie, I was happy he was there with me. I grabbed a blanket and stacked the nights wood and bathed and went to bed. I heard him praying in the next room, I listened to what he said.Not able to sleep we both made referance to some tea. He said he had a brand new shiney Tea Kettle he wanted to sell to me. He went and retreived the pot and I filled and putit on the stove. Dunked five bags and added sugar and some whiskey and then we played cards until we would heard one of us snore. That was all of the evening. I arose to fix brakfast for two. He had awakened to find a car fixer, someone how knows what to do. Looked out the window and saw him by his car, with a fellow or two. No it just them, I recognized the guy, he knoew what to do. Moment later I told thank you, and it;s time for me to go. I have a wife how's waiting for me I'm looking forward to go. I shook his hand and thanked him, upon leaving he turned and said I'll be back one day, But again for now Thanks.
To my Dad...
If I could travel to and fro
The winds of change would meekly blow
And Heaven's Gate, that opened wide
Would stay shut tight, Dad at my side
Our campfires, when the firelight danced
You'd find me safe,
wrapped in your glance
Upon this path, which trail to take
Close by my side, clear choice you'd make
And when the future seems forlorn
You'll summon Angels, squash the storm
Missteps, success, I know your here
Your steady hand "jamesy!" your cheer!
On down the road, around the bend
I know you're there!
Dear Dad,
My friend!
09/20/13
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