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Your thoughts
Have
Become
So addictively bittersweet
And you are trapped in the recesses
of the ugly parts of your mnd
You have become entangled in your
Own
Thoughts which have become your enemies.
Fear
Not
For
These are the times
Meant to be faced head on
By the strong
Look
Ahead
Its miles from here to be sure
but
There is a beacon
Of hope
When you felt that all your blood has bled
I will pick you from your death bed
From now until I do thee wed
God
Is pleased
More than you’ll ever know
Like a phoenix he will help you to re-grow
And
Your weary journey soon will end
And your broken life he will mend
When you feel it
Pulsating through your veins
Weighing your shoulders like heavy chains
Sometimes you’ll feel its pain
And wonder if you’re still sane
I will keep
Loving you
And I know you’ll make it through
Those demonic voices in your head will be subdued
Until then I’ll be stuck to you like glue
You are stronger than you think
You thirsty for hope, so take a deep drink
Add a touch of Tenacity, and for your journey you'll be supplied set to capacity.
So carry on, soon this pain will be gone.
Your Loving father, is watching over his son
Form:
A BRIEF TALE'
The winds of success touch and go
like a wind that just pass by, so
a nice sense can be felt so.
It's needs to be as a guest for ever
but not as a passing clouds that shower
It should not be seasonal but a perennial
that flows always and ever like a super power.
The winds of success bring a lot of inspiration
which makes to know our capacity and perfection
All this leads to a world of rejoicing and recreation.
The winds that sweep around us is chill and cool
the success sense of winds lead our feel and drill
the process of strength and power lead our will and miles.
The effect of success winds or a little shower of success
makes us drench like a bath in a shower.
This is a brief tale about a shower in a success winds.
There’s many a tale that spreads across the night
when the sun o’er the plains yields to campfire light.
Tales about cowboys, who once roamed the plains,
scratching a living using their rope and reins
A few were happy when it came time to tell,
but many of them were just sadder than hell
Cause most of them ended with some poor old soul
lying all alone in a forgotten hole
There's a story I recall about a man,
that made his way north from the wide Rio Grande
Arlie he was called by those that new him best
folks round the Rockin Bar J just called him Tex
When the punchin’ all played out Tex left his home
in search of somewhere with enough space to roam
He found Montana where mountains scraped the sky
with enough space where he could live right or die
Tex knew a few summers and could feel his age
whenever Montana snows covered the sage
He felt time too quickly closing in on him
his hearing was fading, and his sight was dim
Round the bunks they told of a stallion named Ghost
catchin’ him would give a man the right to boast
They said that horse can’t be caught by any man
so all through the winter Tex worked on a plan
Tex had studied that hoss and knew he was smart
the cunning of a fox with want in his heart
There wasn’t a horse that could match his pace
Tex knew he won't beat him in a flat out race
Summer had run long, this one hotter than most
Tex laid his plan to get that horse they called Ghost
With hellfire in his eyes and his nostrils flared
Ghost come down from the mountain lookin’ for mares
Now Old Tex was ready to play out his plan
he’d strung out three horses across the grassland
Twenty miles apart those geldings stood ready
for an eighty mile stretch Tex could ride steady
Tex spotted Ghost silhouetted 'gainst the sun
that horse stomped and glared then took off in a run
Ghost was in the lead and Tex brought up the back
but Tex’d studied his foe and knew where he'd track
Towards Rattlesnake Butte that stallion did run
was heading straight into that bright morning sun
'cross dried grass and sage Ghost never skipped a beat
Fast as a Chinook through that Montana heat
Ghost was fast and Tex saw him pulling ahead
but they’d reached the exchange and Tex mounted Red
Red was sure footed and as fast as the breeze
and he started closing up that gap with ease
I learned to ride without holding on,
but I still couldn’t let you go,
roads kept changing under my feet,
but your name stayed in every road I know.
Miles between what was and what won’t be,
still feels like you’re somehow here with me,
I’m still riding through the years,
with your shadow in my gears,
every turn just brings me back to you,
I moved on, at least it seems,
but you’re still stitched into my dreams,
like a road I never really made it through.
From school days to these empty streets,
I carried you past every sign,
hands off the past, eyes on the road,
but my heart never crossed that line.
Time moved fast, but I stayed the same,
still losing you in a different way,
I’m still riding through the years,
with your shadow in my gears,
every turn just brings me back to you,
I moved on, at least it seems,
but you’re still stitched into my dreams,
like a road I never really made it through.
No map for a love like this,
no end, no goodbye,
just circles I keep tracing
under the same old sky.
I’m still riding through time,
with your memory on my mind,
never mine, but never gone,
and maybe that’s the truth I choose,
some roads you don’t lose,
you just keep riding alone.
I planned well
But leaving
Was not easy
Driving away from people
Known since the beginning
Of my time
And watching them recede from view
Was difficult.
Complete abandonment
Comes in many forms
But alone, ordinary things
Take on different meanings
And hidden fears
Sharpen the senses.
Lights seem brighter
The world takes on a new dimension
The vastness of the land
Becomes intimidating
From my windshield
I see how the sky curves
In an unbroken arc
Suspended over the horizon
Showcasing the Sun
Sitting up above
Like a King for all to see
There are other cars on the road
But I feel isolated
And tomorrow is an unknown.
Looking in the rear view mirror
There is nothing I recognize
Except me staring back
Studying myself
Noticing
The drawn face
The eyes that meant to say more
The lips that brushed against someone
The shoulders that turned away
From familiar places
Now miles and miles away.
The road allows me
To follow my instincts
But it doesn't hide
The sinking feeling
In the bottom of my stomach
That tells me this is different
There is no turning back
Leaving is for real
And nothing has prepared me
For this feeling.
You Are My Love
You are my love over all else
Our souls are twined though not all can see
The cords that bind us across the miles
Never to be cut or broken free.
Your fragrance borne on northern breeze
Leaves me weak at my knees
Longing for your gentle touch
On my skin and on my hair.
This my love for you my prayer.
You are my love above all else,
Secret days and secret lovers
To be with you for always .
Is my hearts and souls desire
Life has no meaning without my love.
My universe is filled with you
Stars tremble at your fragrant fire.
Light shoots by like meteors
Chasing dreams beyond compare.
Above all others I love you
My loveI stretches beyond the stars.
My love for you knows no bounds
Nor restrictions to hold it back
Love cannot see or feel or threaten
It’s a force that cant be tamed.
Belongs to know one in this world
It runs free and goes where it will.
Like the breeze from the north
I feel your love caress my path.
Andrew P McIntyre…………2013.
A frequenter of concert square
A consumer of ecstasy
Thus was how I begot my teenage kicks
A cocktail mix of pills and beer
On a Saturday night
Bound for club
To dance away
Human traffic
Writhing to the soundtracks of the summer of love
Inside the dome of a super club
As God is my D.J
A child of Robert Miles
Faithless insomniac
I cant get no sleep
My ears bled from the beat
Starring into my bedroom ceiling
In the dark my pupils arch
Back to the strobe lights
I lay in wait
Counting sheep
Still underneath the chemical spell
Pulsations in my veins
The birds who chirp
And dawning sun that thaws between my curtain
Is the price the riders must pay
The entry tickets
When going out to play
With drugs inside your system
For the last seven years I've had a buddy
I call him “Later-On-Ron”
Became good friends much later in life
Never known a tighter bond
Could even go years without seeing Ron
Nothing would change I know
A friend like him happens once in a lifetime
Going on like a great river flows
A friendship that no matter how we feel
Just seems never ever to falter
At this advanced stage in both of our lives
A friendship nothing can alter
We see each other on Wednesday evenings
On our regular Euchre night
It's enough to keep our friendship alive
Through our ferocious Euchre fight
So three cheers for my good buddy Ronald
If I move many miles away
I'll always remember “Later-On-Ron”
I think of my friend every day
For the last seven years I've had a buddy
I call him “Later-On-Ron”
© Jack Ellison 2013
A Constanza in dedication to Connie Marcum Wong
Her pensive soul was caught awhile
sailing on the whispering breeze
that spoke life's secrets in the trees.
She thought of all her Earthly trials,
yet not forsaken in their midst -
embraced by all good fortune kissed.
The journey long, across the miles,
to where the islands hugged the sea
and all of love and family.
And as the Autumn scents beguiled,
her heart sailed where the palm trees sway
and gently swept her heart away.
Into the "Light" - a glowing smile
consoled the hearts now left behind
where memories and souls entwined.
Her pensive soul was caught awhile -
She thought of all her Earthly trials.
The journey long, across the miles
And as the Autumn scents beguiled,
Into the "Light", a glowing smile.
Where the groundhog has chewed the chain link
I slip through a brittle-boned hedge, and I am there
where geese sail a puddle-deep fog.
We taste the sea in its brine-washed ripples
splash through its salty clouds. Ohio rides on
oceanic currents, the Atlantic gets swept up
on gull wings, surf drifts West for miles,
then flops down and paddles deeper.
The sky has startled fisheyes in it; between the
soggy woods, aquatic scales slide and gleam.
Long-winded showers shatter where mermaids
chase, plunging on through dazed turnpikes,
or pausing to comb their wavy hair at windswept
rest-stops along Interstate I.75.