I know you think you’re to blame
but you didn’t ask for this name
in years to come, the monster is muted
you’re afraid of late nights, raised voices and fights but one day that all stops and it’s all left behind
They’ll tell you can’t, won’t give you a chance and in the end you prove them all wrong
but take caution with change and tighten those reigns because where you end up, that’s not where you belong
Yes, you exceed every expectation
but it’s at the cost of your own elation
much of your struggle is birthed from your creation
you become a bullet train that gets lost at the station
Every word they say, I know it crushes your day but you’ll figure it out in your own complex way
growing older you’ll learn, the ailments we earn come at us straight out of the blue
you’ll find yourself seething from all the halo cleaning with everything you go through
Above all, I must say
there are brighter days but darker ones are still to come
you have what it takes to reach those high stakes and still now, it has only begun
My eye is a small brown bird
that won't stay in its cage.
It slips through the bars of my lashes
and flies straight out the window,
chasing a real bird across the sky.
Grown-ups call this a non-focusing,
the eye should perch on the page
like a good, quiet pet.
But I think my eye is a bee.
It wants to land on everything sweet:
the crack in the ceiling, shaped like a river,
a shoe shining like a black lake,
a little galaxy of dust
turning to gold dust in the sun.
And when my eye flies home again,
it comes back full,
its wings dusted with honey,
ready to pour all that sweetness
back into my work.
So let your eyes fly.
Let them drink the whole wide world.
Sitting still isn't the only way to see,
sometimes the best seeing
happens in flight.
Ley lines
Straight out of a creative brain
Given to us by Alfred Watkins
A young imaginative archeologist
Ley lines
Invisible alignments between landmarks
He created the idea
Felt they had a mystical agenda
Ley lines
Popular idea in Europe
Where they have ancient monoliths
Connecting them
insinuating alien communication
When love lasts for years,
Through so many tears,
Their absence repeatedly stuns.
You think after the first,
It couldnt get worse,
Then the pace slowly turns to a run.
You search and you search,
You climb every perch,
But the weight of whats missed is a ton.
When you reach out for help,
To find only kelp,
Youll swear this is it, you are done.
When what you most seek,
Is darkened and bleak,
You wonder... where could be the sun?
But what scares you most?
You'd still run to that coast,
Like a bullet straight out of a gun.
The pull is too much,
You cant hold the clutch,
The force would leave anyone spun.
How do you cope,
With your dwindling hope,
While you watch all the threads come undone?
When all you desire,
Still roars like a fire,
You recall all the laughs & the fun.
But here's the worst part,
Its a fight with your heart,
The true war has only begun!
But since all that light,
Made all that dark bright,
You now see the parts that you shun.
And now you must hear,
Your shadow speak clear,
Though this is no fight to be won.
At the end you'll find peace,
A calm that wont cease...
Where you and your shade can be One.
Betty Boop could not live forever, for naught
But this new version was a bit scary I thought
Her face was green, she had stitches too
I am a ghoul, she informed me, a bit of a boo
Never having met a ghoul before,
I turned and ran outside, straight out the door
She chased me up a hill and back two times
She smelled like lemons, mold, dirt and grimes
I did not stop running until I woke up with a gasp
Relieved that my time with Betty Boop Ghoul was past.
Cruise ships appear over the horizon
As white
As the crest of tidal waves
Surging to harbor
No I said
To hell with cruise ships
To ride inside a machine
My wife and I
Prefer
To sit beside
The purr of ocean with opened books
Sun on our shoulders all day
A mom in a string bikini
Wrestling her morning pre-teen by his neck
With applied sunscreen
At low tide
I walk half a mile out to sea
On my knees
My wife watches me
A Royal Tern with a black tuft atop his head
Pesters a female until she is exhausted
Or that annoyed
She looks him in the eye
Then lifts her legs
And flies
As fast as her wings will carry her
Straight out to sea
And as far as I can see
She never turns around or looks back
But he pursues
Blind to her wake
He will follow
Over metal ships and the flesh of the horizon
Over the humpbacks of the spouting waves
He will follow her to where the sun and moon
Are born each day
He will follow
To that round shore of the tired spent and nests
Until she rests
And turns to him
Come my love come with me
Let us be one with the sea.
witch’s gown was a tell-tale sign straight out of Poe
she brought butterflies and berries to autumn’s glow
her colors were summer, yet October friendly too
She was a Bohemian beauty who was long overdue
Maybe this is why we have such a hot September I thought
Summer was climbing into the fall, something she brought
Butterflies were supposed to be gone, but here they were
Berries still blooming, she was beautiful, magic and pure.
she kicked off her shoes and let the sand squish into her toes
the music was straight out of the seventies, folk and fun
with excitement she began to twirl and kick up the beach
feeling nineteen again, not caring who saw
being herself for the first time in fifty years
History back
High Noon
West and Southwest
Rough riding Cowboys
Stagecoach arrivals and departures
When the West was won
Rough riding Cowboy conflict
A Sheriff who wouldn’t back off nor quit
Straight out of Dodge City
Town’s people full of pity
Westerners had to be witty
Gun shoot outs
Sunrise to Sunset
Courage to stand
Not giving in to rough riding Cowboys demand
Beware and alert
A town on notice
No one knows what can happen in a western city
Dead or Alive documentation
High Noon call
Go west or get out of town
Standing the ground
Being dead found
Straight out
Dodge City center
Forbidden enter.
Delighting our Black Caps chaps
Uniting fans fighting nite nite naps
Gaslighting Indian foes mishaps
Rewriting those cricketing maps
As the Black caps hit their straps
Darryl the toast the host soul saps
Gunbarrel straight out of the traps
They unravel yet another six slaps
Our great festive carol never flaps
A late Christmas pressie unwraps
Flicks & tricks spate picks the gaps
Indian spinners fate sinners lapse
Black caps chaps claps & back slaps
Kiwi yippee we see diddy GP scraps
Even that fat cat Virat finally snaps
Zen of Darryl and Glen victory laps
After white-wash a chance perhaps?
Hitch both Ajaz & Mitch under wraps
No Will or Matt but still Indians zaps
The plush crushed can’t turn off taps
Out gunned out spun another collapse
Lush waves rush flush with Black caps
The brittle leaf of an old oak tree
Dangles off a fallen branch
Like hope that catches wind
One gust away from touching ground
Being dragged across rain-slick, cobblestone
Shredded, throbbing veins
Pulled apart by the teeth of wailing echoes,
sucking the color straight out
Dusted and bruised—gasping for air
It trembles
Desperate to hold on
I.C.E.'s unhinged, unconstrained violence
killed a decent woman called Renée Good
It has evoked hot fury not silence
the fact that she had been misunderstood
Made Good look bad, glibbing he did what he had to do,
You see they’ve been given immunity
What is really sad, is he didn’t have to
Behold an assassin’s creed unity
This is a Force I cannot comprehend
Straight out of the fires of hell
The devil had us fooled, this Force NOT a godsend
Anyone can be taken; none safe from the ‘quota’ which makes my head swell
I look for answers and onto my faith
Yet nothing can fix an agent’s revenge
It’s all very cruel, his unkind heart‘ll force only his own wraith
Why must we be like this, I too look to avenge
Right of protest destroyed by violent emotion, becoming worse
There is no justice for Renée Good, only doubt
As her orphans ride off in a Hearse
Words kind and nice shall not suffice
From the depths of my soul, I shout
Kcuf I.C.E.!
Justice For Renée Nicole Good
1/10/26
she flew past me in the dead of night
bright with an enormous wing span
if she had been dark, I would have thought vampire
she seemed that large, and intimidating at two a.m.
my husband had never seen anything like it.
was that a miniature alien? He asked me.
He asks some interesting questions, all the time.
This is why I do not trade him for a younger model.
a barn owl, I told him, you can tell from the white face.
I had never seen one with such an angelic look.
This one must have had a message.
She looked straight out of heaven.
I felt strongly that the angels sent her.
I listened to the leaves of the trees moving.
Hoping she would return for another swoop down.
Wishing I knew what she was trying to tell us.
But it did not happen.
Alright still gobsmacked how we were
Attacked..hacked..hijacked...whacked
Ransacked cracked shellacked poleaxed
By his relaxed Rat packed knack maxed
So here's a witty ditty ode to Travis
No ifs or buts can't tut tut... annul it or cull it
Straight out of the hut a classy brassy strut
Gung ho have a go heave ho maestro Mullet
Slaying & flaying.. no rut just a glorious glut
Left a stark dark smut.. every bowler's a mutt
Like some flirty dirty sl*t playing with the nut
Hard not to swoon at the boon of the loon
Croon at Travis's off his Head buffoon tune
Stubby not chubby tad tubby like David Boon
Us staunch fans of the promising paunch gasping
Can't snub or sub.. like a lad down the pub or club
Another out of whack attack does launch rasping
Rogue's Bogan brogue.. flashes his blade like Shogun
Wizard of Oz as loved as X men's Logan or Paul Hogan
Dashes and lashes.."Taches win Ashes" the Travis slogan
No Spotlight
No Stage
No audience
Straight out words
Life itself
Confusing and complexing
Drawbacks with a mysterious wonder
Sometimes impossible to bare
Forced possible to go through
Unforeseen
Death of a friend
Like a brother
Died in a car crash on Highway 707
Around Firestone Valley, car descends below in instant death
I weep
Crying river tears
Torn page ripped out of life
Discontinued Chapters never to see
Life seems unfair
How will I ever recover?
Wounds cut deep
Alone with my only soul to Keep
My mind thinks, but no true answers in how I will go on
Loss in my own demise of words
Thinking that my friend died in the flesh but lives in the spirit
Holy land soar
Feel alone with a lonely sensation
Yet, I am not alone as my friend’s spirit surrounds me and he is looking down on me
His death is a finale, but my heart will always remember
My mission to live on until my friend and I meet again.
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