Love gone write

Maybe happiness

Is just a moment

Brief

Before the next big thing

The next desire

The next goal

Maybe we are built

To corrupt ourselves

Nature’s folly

But I want to run

I want to stay

This town

Has rust

It’s high in the gut

I’ll show you this place

I don’t want to write a poem

That sounds like a poem

But I can tell you

I’m at peace

I feel safe

When I’m with you

(Written aug 21 2019 at 33)

If I could ever Love you (bleeding ink)

I could never

Let you go

If I could ever love you

I could never

If I could ever…

And

I think we could make the change

And

I think we

Could live forever

And

If I could ever leave you with anything

Make your art

When you’re faced with the news

Keep your grit

When

You’ve got nothing to lose

Leave your mark

Because

This art

Strong enough

To carry the broken

This art

Even the losers are winners

This art

Carries us all

This art

Is your own voice

And the future is yours

As you create it

Make your mark

Make your art

And if I could ever love you

I think that I would love you

And I could never leave you

(Written for spoken word, at vintage 1889 Aug 22,2019)

Seasonal Madness

1

She carries this madness

Everywhere she goes

It’s there in the back drop

The corner of every smile

At the back of the room

Don’t ask her,

You already know,

She’s not been happy

For sometime,

2

And it’s difficult these days

And she wants what she wants,

And you want to get back,

Somehow,

Rearrange the seating

Just to cancel

How this all ends

3

And I’m a shrapnel banner

Nothing left to champion

Hole torn through

What kind of

Us

Is left ,

Don’t ask her

She’s not

You know,

She’s not been

for sometime

And

These days are hard

On a soul

And she cries

Smoking

From the balcony

Of this despair

And maybe

I hid all of my sorrow

All of my tomorrow

In your skin

But it is there

Over there

In the corner

4

Flesh, it’s gone from these bones

what do I know,

Slow it down,

I’m tired of this love,

Slow it down,

All of these streets

Incomplete

The leaves are soon going to fall

And then

We will be swept clean

Here in our winter

It’s not dark yet

But they say it’s getting there.

Sunday Morning

1

I had a hellhound on my trail

I didn’t see any light ahead

And I think

We all have different angels and we all have different demons inside of us

And I believe we have different soulmates …

2

Lady,

Lady,

I want you to know

You’ve been a saving grace,

Whatever we are

Our blood boils at the same temperature

And whatever we become

I think my eyes will always find you across the room

And I will remember

The hellhound on my trail –

And I hope you know –

You saved my soul

And all that I’ve become –

And sometimes

I believe

Every Sunday

You’re the warmest thing

In this room

Bones

I

We are all different but equal

We are all different but equal

We are all different but equal

(Mic drops)

I’m tired of born this way

Forget that

What happened to

I made my way

Dug my self out of the grave

I write to kill

I kill to write

Welcome to the middle of no where

I don’t know about the west side

The south side

I saw a man living on a bus

He had a 17 year old wife

I was 13

I didn’t even realize what I was seeing

II

Tell me again about the new IPhone

I’ll tell you about waiting for dial up

These kids these days

Not even a fear of The Draft hanging over them

It’s been iPhone and apples in their hand since the age of conception

Can’t even imagine them storming beaches or taking anything from anyone unless it’s their parents.

III

Smoke

And ash

Rising from these wasted years spent on ambitious less youth

God spoke and put flesh on

Dead bones

And

Jeff Beck came back just to save rock and roll

I saw a veteran cry as he talked about D Day…

I saw a Veteran get angry when he was asked about Vietnam …

When was the last time we got back to basics

Back to business

Make something

Create something

We are all somebody from somewhere

We have a story to tell

A past to burn

Don’t feed it

Don’t suppress it

You made your way

It’s tangled up in you

Like the bloodline that commits suicide before the age of 35

What have you got to do?

What else is left to lose?

I’ll tell you the truth

From the shot glass

Of my minds eye

Hold yourself together

You’re doing fine

You know mother

We all

Are going to be alright.

Sobering Stone

She said,

I think

we all have decisions

We eventually regret

And I think,

the worst pain,

Is realising

You’ve become someone you love’s regret,

She said she could see it in his face where once there was love, and he was pouring the coffee down the sink, now there was only regret…

And

It’s a hard,

Hard fall from grace…

But it’s a rock solid sobering stone.

I’d Rather Go Blind

I don’t know,

What I knew,

All I know,

Is walking out the door

II

Maybe it’s the

Hurricane in me

Maybe it’s the world of pain in you

We hold tight to each other

Skin on skin

I don’t know why we hurt each other

Maybe it’s the hurricane in me

Maybe it’s the world of pain in you…

III

They say there’s thousands that will do just fine

But for me

There’s just one woman…

IV

We love each other

And we hold each other

We use each other

Take the best of each other

We wound each other

Until morning comes

And all that is left

the shadows of us

Aching in the bed

VI

And I don’t know

What I knew,

All I know;

I’d rather go blind

Than watch

Her hurt

I’d rather go blind

Than watch her walk away….