Love on the line

When the stars come out tonight
No one is gonna deny the moon her right to shine …
No one is gonna love her in private
She’s gonna sit up there in the heavens
Chandelier in the night
Burning with all her might
——
Rather be a warrior in a garden
Than a garden in a war
High patience to the throttle
You’ve got the cards but you’ve got to play them just right
——
You want to get it fast
I’d rather make it last
That kind of love takes seasons
That kind of love takes time
——
We drink a little bit of the mountain
Give it back with our blood in the soil
We all had to struggle
But someday
We have to take inventory of how we spend our days
——
I know you’re used to
Good ole boys
Kicking down your door
With high velocity love
Drinking by 9
Punching holes in your heart around midnight
Numbing their minds on smoke and whiskey
And blaming your car alarm heart
For the way they choose to live their lives
—-
and I know we all could have been the dead beats and the losers
Standing on the side lines
But
——
When the stars come out tonight
No one is gonna deny the moon her right to shine …
No one is gonna love her in private
She’s gonna sit up there in the heavens
Chandelier in the night
Burning with all her might

-E
Regardingsamuel.com

Light

I don’t think any of us knows where it comes from, not really. You can set yourself up to be ready for it but you can’t always make it happen.
Nora Ephron said writers are cannibals.
We eat our own.
I’ve always said we were vampires.
Dottie Rambo believed in keeping notebooks near her and being ready always.
It just comes to you, the writing, and you turn it over and see how many lines you can get from a single ray of light.
You try to make it as clear as possible,
So the reader sees what you see, hears what you hear, feels what you feel.
You try to understand it.
What it is to be alive…
To be living…

-E
Regardingsamuel.com

Autumn

When you’re young
You believe you can be everything to everyone
But it’s hard enough to be something to just one …
It takes all of us
We all need each other
——
In terms of art
Drink the shot of bourbon
Leave your mark
Drive the open roads in the place you grew up in
Let the soil take root
And give you your soul back
——
In terms of the heart
I can offer you my hand
These arms to hold you
To walk with you
And I can
Do my best to love you
——
She counted my whiskey bottles
15 empty and 3 full
“Are you an alcoholic?”
“Nah, functioning, functioning”
“I have alcoholic friends I don’t need another one …”
I thought about it for a few days
She never said another word
But I poured it all down the drain
I had a good job
My money was finally right
Everything has to have balance
Moderation
It’s easy to lose your lane
Get a chip on your shoulder
Think you know
——
I prayed while looking over my bluff
Hoping I somehow make this place softer for someone
If even just myself
The leaves are changing again
Like our hearts
Like our minds
Like our bodies
Softer
Softer
Softer

-E
Regardingsamuel.com

Caves

Maybe our Hearts
are like caves
With burdens of their own
Unique
Beneath the earths crust
And tho
Sometimes they give in
Like Samson pushing the pillars down
they still hold, where it matters most…
And
Our hearts like caves
Still have rooms
To discover
Still have new ways
Waiting to be mapped
You are still you
You are still new
You are still undiscovered
Even after all this time
-E
Regardingsamuel.com

Haunted October 2021 #1

Dice

Ache in the Art

There’s a deep ache in the art…
There’s a place you can go
Where nobody knows
How the love you held
Could
So easily be
ashed from a cigarette …
we move from mountains to valleys
So easily used to the news
Are we surviving ?
Or are we just numb from trying …
There’s a dream I keep remembering
Where we follow the shadows down,
we keep creating
Lines across paper
Making our own way …
The sun keeps on setting…
Blood in the water
Says I don’t have much time…
I still have the scars
From all of those nights…
There’s just enough room
To build a new line
word after word …
Chasing some kind of Immortality
a shade of sky
There’s some kind of pain
Some kind of rain …
I’m not looking for anything
But my own peace of mind …
My own solitude
I think I remember
But I soon forget
Wherever we’re going
We have to leave behind …