I work my fingers to the bone
Every day of my life
To make things better than what I had
For my children and my wife
Then fate steps in and takes it away
In the twinkling of an eye
Huddled together in the bathroom floor
Afraid we're going to die
Pass us by oh mighty freight train
This night that's filled with screams
Why must you hurt so many,
And haunt our future dreams?
Give back what you have taken
Our sense of security
For life is somehow not the same
Nor will it ever be
The wind used to be a beautiful thing
That set my soul at ease
But twisted and mangled it's forever changed
And brings us to our knees
So many now lay silent
The laughter now fades away
Replaced with tears for those who died
And destruction left in your way
So much suffering left behind
With hearts that need to mend
The peace that closed our eyes to sleep
Has vanished in the wind
An EF2 Tornado hit my town killing 6 and injuring 38 with
lives left scattered across the county. It came in the middle of
the night we couldn't even see it coming. You prayers are
needed for all those people suffering across America
filling the radio with words of availability
lot lizards selling their souls to diesel driving “Joe-s”
in and out of truck cabs under a weeping moon’s protection
Jane, works the night, wondering if her daddy knows
lipstick on and high heels strapped as the sun sets in May
call sign; “Wild Orchid” …. “Anyone looking for a good time?”
a traffic jam of radio chatter…… congested air waves
the August sun rises on a night of sexual crime
Orchid petals caressed with greased stained hands
her pale white color quickly wilts to brown
the young November night is holding her final bloom
evidence of violent pruning becomes talk of the town
a knock on the door……………….. a flower delivered
Wild Orchid’s father is asked, “Is she the one?”
he checks her stem, quickly recognizing his roots
inevitably, the withering of his blossom has begun……
My mommy left me one day and she can no longer play,
she has ran away to cancer, I know that’s where she’ll stay.
Of all the things I remember there is one I Know I'll miss,
that is going in her room that night for one last goodnight kiss.
My daddy looks at her picture, I always see him cry,
I know he can’t find her, but I am afraid he might try.
Mommy was always helping people, always did what she said was right,
if someone ever said they needed her she’d try with all her might.
Every night Mommy would sit with me, and from the bible she would read,
she would tell me of God and Jesus, and of every one of their good deeds.
There are many presents this year sitting under the tree,
I know from looking at them that they are all there for me.
I try and be like mommy now, remember what she said,
so I don’t want the presents, I want to wish instead.
I don’t know if I can make this wish, but I’ll try if I may,
God all I want is Daddy happy again, if even just a day.
There will be a sick portrayal of your lies once You're all alone.
When you crawl asking for sympathy, trace back and remember what your words were to
me in my time of need.
Once the night sets in and the Angel has descended far from your arms, let the anguish I felt
set into your blood stream. And when the memories you felt had no place in your life
anymore become all you think about, become your best and only friend, will you then feel
the shame for your wrongful slander set against my being?
On a lonely September night will you shed tears for those who you pushed away invain?
If you think this pain is unbearable, try having no way of being able to stop it. You had the
power, and now you are lying in the bed you so demandingly made yourself and an Angel
you were never deserving of to begin with.
Sleep alone, darling, for all your nights
It only took one night.
It only took one small sentence to unravel the bind that held her from humanity,
And release herself into life, and into the fire.
This was coming for so long, as these star crossed souls could not be kept apart forever.
Fate could not interfere in these destinies.
And that one night of complete freedom, held everything that she was.
It would mean the end of everything she knew,
If this fire was left to burn.
A flame that would not die, through the night of all nights.
She had found her life and soul, and to look into her eyes,
Was to glance at the stars of Heaven.
If the night was ever to end, so would she,
As there wasn't enough canvas in her dreams to portray her life and soul.
But the slumber took over, and dream she did.
There’s a piece of sheetrock in my aunts house.
That’s newer than the rest of the pieces.
It hasn’t experienced the joyful times
The rest of the ceiling has.
I remember the days when life was normal,
Before that orange extension cord came into our lives.
My uncle bought it real cheap at a garage sale.
He said it was a bargain! He loved that extension cord.
Well, that bargain played a savage role that would plaque
The rest of our natural lives in the months that followed.
It was an Autumn morning,
boy, how I love brisk mornings.
I stay up all night just to catch the morning sun.
I’ve always done this, ever since I can remember heck, I guess I always will.
A call came that early morning,
I felt on the inside something was wrong.
It wasn’t normal for our phone to ring so early.
My cousin spent that night tallying up his list of unfortunate events.
I was suppose to spend the night, but I didn’t.
The issues of that day, drove him to take my uncles bargain
and bust the sheetrock from the ceiling.
Diminished
A diminished cemetery lies in the ruins of tombstones..
You can hear the whistle of the wind in mysterious tones..
The rusty gate hangs on its last resource..
The dark rocky path leading through needs reinforced..
Around the old ruins of tombstones grow enormous weeds.
They stretch to the moon as if to satisfy their needs..
The indignant dark fog looks like the passing angel of death..
The wind dies down emancipating its last breath..
The wilted limbs loom over from the weight of the leaves..
In the muggy fetid air starts a disturbing haunting breeze..
Creatures of the dark lurk in the spots of the murky night..
The half moon in the sky looks as if the darkness took a bite..
The eerie night is placid laced with silence.
The peaceful cemetery owns no violence..
Poison ivy fingers its way through a torn down wall..
The howl in the night beckons other calls..
The cemetery holds its subjects in capture..
They wait peacefully for the life thereafter...