# #betrayal #life #forgiveness #suffering #sadness #pain #mistakes #madness #poetry #Dillon #Dark #love
Eye Upon The Road
we are locked on the fewest hands
Cover Your Nose
Cover Your Nose
it has become evident
safe through the ornaments
to trust in the modern man
trust in your reason
pull back the flag yet well hung
love in the first degree
the assurance to no make believe
hallowed through the breeze
luxury should be lived in
count to the number ten
prone to clear the distance
shallow peak had strung a leak
to touch the hands resolve
unto the shadow of life
Another Page is Turned
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
all of life will be a trance to radiate good time to bake a cake
to live to learn another page is turned
Monet In Pink
Void of explosive wires spread one accord explode
vanquished to its terms explode charm well missed
light through the load well spent affair
long is for near mercy explode it's faint
true heart rehearsal quit the furnishing;
the poetry...explode with commodity...
the sky is dull side ways pant with a cloth
the train signals a hearty applause
neat tide...
personification to plunge in an escape
Monet in pink closed in cement
rapture is for lovers...
climax bellow the bricks wedge in sticks
burdened with an excursion
hole with sneakers
the smell of creatures
flood the ancient bar
giving dull nature in a car
breath deep...breath deep..stand still & repeat
Burn Your Bra
Burn Your Bra
toss to the sde
run away to hide
easy way design
flip flop design
Hendrix
Hendrix, blows every other guitar player out of the water
Dig Beauty For Ashes
everday we sort of cross paths
no use going back...
Side swipe used to plea
for a job lay old due to traffic
ancient manner cash
come back to me black
this mountain I must climb
my dogs in the book
other dog lay hold in the swamp
lay a hold of the night
sends a challenging fright
no digging needs to heal
I look to the sea
reflections are the way we used to be..?
little apples big fruit
need a different episode
keep it all in
where do I begin again
My Sweet Cynthia
My Sweet Cynthia
One foot on the floor one hand on the wheel
The notion of surprise maybe no big deal
We came this far not to turn back now
No use looking back when your hands on the plow
Shadows drift apart at the drop of the dime
Folding hands to forget the night,
When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
to feel again those passions past,
and feeble joy that never lasts,
I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia
I think I found you in a dream,
the night I pressed beyond the seam,
where fantasy and reality meet
in summer mist so soft and sweet,
But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia
But dreams just last within the night, when morning came,
Her soul took flight
I awake to find Her never there
She passes like the misty air
To leave me longing and alone, my painful love,
my Cynthia
Enigma love you swell the heart,
to crush the same when lovers part
But whether love and joy you bring
or bitter pain and Death's cold sting
I plead you come to me again, my final love,
My Cynthia
Oh Cynthia, I wait for thee
My heart, my soul belong to thee,
'Twas always thee that carried me
To where the Seraphs sang and we
Upon a lyre and a song
We sang along, we sang along.
A wordless tune entwined by hearts
A promise that we'd never part
The four wind blew their magic breath
Beyond the reach of Mr. Death
May flowers speak to me in mime
Oh Cynthia, I'm always thine.
***Always ***
Feelings
nursed by the child like plow
the bitter sower to shower
every word to be chard
Since there's nothing I could find
That was worth giving you,
I sat down to think a while
And write a line or two
If I had a magic wand
I'd wave it just for you,
And give you anything you'd like
No matter how many or few
If I could give you back the years
You so willingly gave to me
I'm sure that you spend them over again
The same as they used to be
Remember when those days and nights
Instead of going to the fair
I'd always say tell me again
The story of the three little bears
I tried to get a strawberry pie
But they were out of season
Then I thought of gold or pearls
But knew there was no reason
Although you are so often quiet
There's one thing we can say,
You will always be our momma of pearls
forever and a day...
So here's your gift; my sweet momma
My heart; my soul; my love,
My gift to you this Christmas day
Came strictly from above