Feel Free

Maybe the ocean runs out of breath and that’s why it keeps crashing against the shore

——-

Maybe we were meant to be free,

Maybe it’s a look that lasts longer than it should

All the champagne

All the lights

Pack my bags

The streets in this town

They all are leading out

She feels free

It was just her lips

A kiss

Couldn’t turn around

The universe in her eyes

Feel the ocean in her skin

Crashing against the shore

Anchored together

Forget the night

Everything is

Everything is new in the morning …

Francis Cash #4

Ethan: Hey France! How was your day?

Francis: I took a nap, and ate breakfast, and then another nap…

Ethan: I slept in, and then you woke me up, to make sure I was going to work today…but it was my off day…

Francis: snacks dad. I have to have snacks.

Ethan: anyway, so I finished writing that story…

Francis: Oh my gosh, is there tacos at the end of this story? If not I’m going to have to …Oh man…look at the time…

Full moon fever

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They said

We could be tougher than the rest

We could survive the test

The hot and the heavy

The fluid

They didn’t know

The love starts, baby

In the morning

While the moon is still heavy

Waiting for a heart

Searching the stars

Baby

There’s a magic in the night

If you get it just right

We could make it

If you’re patient

We could make it alright

This life rips the seduction off your back

Let’s go find it tonight

It starts with good morning

And ends in our arms tonight

Love me now

Burn me down

It’s a full moon fever

It’s a river

It’s a storm

We’re just survivors of the norm

Blue Skies Blue

Early one morning

With the blue skies blue

The morning somehow knew

—-

She turned around

She kissed me

She said we would be together another day

Another moon

—-

And all this time

The politics fell

Like an ax in a field

—-

Later I tried to find the words

In my mouth

They never came

—-

She said he packed his bags

He left

And she never really knew why

Pulling her shirt over her head

Lighting a third cigarette

The one who loves the most

Has the least power

So from here on out

She says, while kissing me…

She is going to love, just a little less than that….

—-

I ran in to him at a bar across town

Playing the blues, with a new harmonica now…

The sound isn’t quite right

He’s like a new orphan

In a new home

News travels slow

And faster than light

In this small town

But the headlines

Like headlights

Just give you the edge of the truth

—–

And I wonder if we ever really hear each other

Or if we are like that truth

Somewhere at the edges

Never really seeing

Never really hearing

Just comfortable

But not vulnerable

Maybe authenticity is a lie

Maybe we tried

—-

She packed her bags

She’s getting out

She says she’s never looking back

I smiled

Took another drink

Summer is hard

But winter can be very cruel

She said I was cruel

A fool

Wanting two lives

My diseased

And my art

I took a pen

Wrote a line

Looked for the corner with the bathroom

Felt a pain in my chest

It’s difficult when you know it’s over

It’s difficult even worse

Because I can’t separate my disease from life

I wish I could

—-

We sat together in the park

We felt a spark

We fell asleep

Holding hands

The hospital walls grew thin

The smell of life itself

Maybe in time

Everything heals

time is an illusion

Of security

But even so

15 or 20 years

We will be better prepared

For life itself

Women with men

Hearts on fire in the rain

We lost whatever we gained

Turn away

Our conversation

Is changed

We meet

Where we are

Fortune cards

In this marketplace

Social media in our face

Takes passions place

I give you 100 percent of my heart

Beyond this communication

Newsfeeds shaved her head

Crucified this love

They couldn’t see

Her 50 percent was 100 percent

All she had to give ….

And in night

Under the changing of the moon

The angels drink with the demons

And talk about how

The times are changing

But we are still the same

Racing in the rain

Trying to take the pain

Out of death

And keep our name

Morning by morning

The world was flawed

The work was flawed

Impractical

Opened

The flesh, bruised

We,

We were animals

Fighting ourselves

All of this life

All of this energy

All of this

Here and now

Blown in a moment

By the wind

Gone tomorrow

What was all of that hurry?

What was all of that anxiety ?

—-

Slow it down

I put the

Words on paper

My feelings

On fire

Scorch the edges

Framed by the shadow of your body

In the morning

—-

Morning by Morning

All of this passion

Slow it down

Thicker

Hotter

Slow it down

This energy

This

Heartbeat

This flame

One body

Flesh bruised

Lips on fire

The Morning runs away …

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