Famous Last Words

There are some things we just won’t talk about,

It’s all in the last words

Of famous men

that’s what she would say

We are in the same room

But thousands of miles away

And what do we know

And how am I to know

The things you will never show

You’re always going away…

The papers say we won the war

But I feel as though

I lost her heart today

And all at once

I felt hollowed out

Just a lost soul

But I kept this mind

The things we’ll never know

The things you’ll never show

Can I blame you?

The blood stains the earth

The skies turn to overcast

And it’s all to shame

But one touch from her

Would end the pain

One word from her would

Send the rains

How could know?

I can’t read your mind?

We are worlds apart

I never thought I’d pack these bags

I never thought I’d be on this train

I never saw

The forecast for all the skies

There are some things

We just won’t talk about

And we spend our years

Thinking we are doing

Fine and we forget

We forget

How easy it is

To leave words unsaid

Worlds behind

with only our hearts

And

All our love

on the line

Dust on Dust

(Bleeding ink )

Dust on dust

Summer starts in June and ends in Jan…

The longer you sit

and hope for a breeze

The more cigarettes you smoke

dehydrate a little more

Everyone loses their voice

eyes dry out

Doesn’t matter anyway

It was a dry county just yesterday

Popping allergy pills

And opioids

Just to get them to the well

The ditches along the railroad dyed from the mills

Now they’re long gone

The trains are stalled

Only the sign is left inside the bar

Where we all gather and talk about how it used to be

Some turned into apartments

Where my dog sits in the window

Looking out for me

It’s difficult for a stranger to remember

But these ghosts

Are all over this place

It took everything from our parents

And they say it will never be the same

They say there used to be standing ground

For 75k people

To play the music

But all of that left some time ago

Man

Sometimes

It feels just like

All of our youth

Gets

Spent living

All of our

Strength

Spent dying

What’s left

To dream with?

Or are we

Destined

To spend the next

Best years

Searching

For these answers why…

Don’t let them

Slip you by …

it feels like we all know someone

Who knows someone

Who has a story to tell

About the days gone by

Like a nervous system

Underneath the surface of these streets

We all have something we can finally talk about

But don’t let it get you down

Yeah

She plans on gettin out

She’s counting the days of the year

Until it gets her right

You can’t sit down and cry about it

You keep moving forward

A little at a time

Working on the change

Staying off the chain gang

That’s how you turn it all around

Yeah

These are our towns

These are hard times but at least they’re our times

-regardingsamuel.com

-ethan S bethune

Black Weather Sunshine

Tie your caution up

Hand it over to your nightmare

The one where they

never hear you scream

you can always find

The full moon

Behind her eyes

Like the black weather sunshine

daughter of the devil

The mark on the inside of her thigh

And you could leave

Leave this world

While you were inside

Should I be here?

We would’ve found

Each other

Even if we reached

From the outside

Escape, the sameness,

Even on the coldest nights

She’s blue flame

In my veins

Tongue tied

between her thighs

-regardingsamuel.com

Haunted October #4

The strangeness 

Of watching 

The towns you grew up in 

Slowly age 

Like dead weather 

Coming up in your lungs 

The colors fade 

Like winter 

Always dragging

The streets down 

No one ever gets ahead 

No one ever gets out 

You wear it 

Like leather 

And you age with it 

Maybe our stories 

Are all tied together 

Maybe this really is the winter of our discontent 

Did you drink it away

Did you kill it away 

Did you find your way 

Somewhere 

you find your shelter

You survive another day

Small towns with big hearts 

Big eyes 

Watching the world burn

Living on the ashes 

Calling it welfare 

Believing it can build a future 

Still I sit down

I write anyway 

Bleeding Ink #1057

Maybe I’m a fool 

To surrender in your wake 

We all get what we deserve 

Does it matter anyway?

Do you remember how we got here?

This house where we loved 

Where we touched 

Where we discovered what we hate-

Now it’s just as empty as my thoughts-

-Your eyes when you look away

Echo coming 

Or is it morning rain?

How many days passed while I

stared into this screen

Internet to the palm 

Power in the pocket 

Do we surrender in the wake

Old ghosts 

walking 

Listen to what they say…

We’ve all been here 

We’ve all been here 

We’ve all been this empty before

Remember when we knew how much we could take? 

Give me enough to stand

Just 

Enough to wait

Maybe I’m a fool to surrender in your wake 

-regardingsamuel.com 

Bleeding Ink #1053

Watch the water 

Fill these rooms 

The cities 

The sunrise 

Pass the past 

The years gone by 

The words I’ve written 

Laid out to die 

Life and death 
Come hand in hand 

Mixed with all the other sands

You will find 

the extraordinary 

With the familiar 

A few feet from your room 

There she lies 

The erotic 

The unseen 

The new 

Inside 

The familiar 

The illusion 
Of what we have here 

Folded between 

The lie of certainty 

Life and death 

Come hand in hand 

With all the other sands 

We didn’t die suddenly 

We died slowly 

Breakfast to lunch-

Day by day-

Little by little-

Until the hours turned to minutes-

And we were left with the check-

Try to leave it all behind 

All the less 

All the truth 

All the shadows 

All we leave behind 

The rooms filling with water 

Let it be enough 

What kind of writer 

Am I?

What kind of lover?

What kind of human ?

Cover to cover 

Change will come to you 

It’s just outside the room 

-regardingsamuel.com