Bitter Fruit

Shined his shoes

Everyday

While the virus

In his brain

He said it eats away

All the faces

He once knew

But the one …

She stays true

Burned in flames

And he

Sold his soul

Waiting for

the changing of the guard

To take him away

2

And he stands

Outside the house

On widow street

Praying for rain

To stop the flames

That took his love away

3

And he whispers

Pain

Cuts deep

Plants a seed

Grows a tree

Bearing the bitter fruit

They put before you

And

You must choose

To keep

Or throw

Away

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

Red hands

All of our tomorrows

We try to carry today

Do we sit here

and watch this ship fill with water

This storm has us drifting

And there’s not even friction

It’s just another lonely year

We fall into our places

Playing the parts

But we both know

We’re just as empty

As we’ve ever been

We put our weapons away

Sometime ago

Now we just co exist

But neither is ever missed

And I used to think

It would be terrible

To never have somebody

But it’s worse just having

Someone that’s not really here

I wrote a thousand letters to you did you ever read a word I said?

Did you ever tell me?

Did you try and tell me?

How are you?

Did I just hold on to the idea of you,

And leave out all you were trying to say…

Origin Ethan Bethune

Beagle in the City #250

(Update)

Garf passed away during the morning. 06/22/2019

He had been struggling with a collapsing trachea. Me and Simon found him this morning. I wrote this to prepare myself for the inevitable a couple of days ago. He will be greatly missed but I know he was happy. )

#adoptdontshop #adopt #shelterpets

Garfunkel: I was born on the streets, fighting for a place to eat, covered in fleas, and broken teeth. And then I got adopted, and suddenly,man… I didn’t know it could be so good.

Meals everyday, and Jazz, Quincy Jones, Frank Sinatra, Dino, man I’m talking about the groove brotha…

It’s been nice…

And the crime shows

The sunny days in the park

Man I’ve lived a good life…

The back scratches I’m going to miss…

But it’s ok…

Ethan: You know, it’s ok if you have to go buddy…

I wish you could stay, but you’ve been the absolute joy and it’s been so good taking care of you. You’re a good boy. Thank you for being my friend. I won’t hold it against you if you are tired. I understand. I’ll tell you a secret, you’re my favorite.

Simon: Dad, What is wrong with Garf?

Ethan: He’s just old buddy, and he’s got to go. Everything eventually has to go.

Simon: will I go?

Ethan: Well, yeah, one day, you and I both will.

Simon: Well, if you’re brave I’ll be brave. And if we both have to go one day, I guess I won’t be scared.

We will still play catch though right?

Ethan: You bet, and we will cook together too.

Simon: Cool.

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.

RBG

I wonder what the courtroom felt

When Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg first appeared on the scene

This quiet

Non threatening little woman

Who, case by case

Continued returning

Representing men

And women

And explaining

That equality is better for everyone

there were

Over three thousand

Laws

On the books

Holding women down

Like a boot on the back of the neck

Or a hand against the chest

A man is the owner of his domaine and a woman

Is much like property

Men cannot be homemakers

Because that’s meant for women

Women can be fired for being pregnant

“She’s just lucky we allow her to be here at all …”

I know we are not what we were

But like so much analog static

We’ve rushed past it all

In the digital age

I knew a woman who got fired up every time

There was an election

And she would remind me

That when she was young and beautiful

She couldn’t vote

If her husband left her

He got everything

She was just property

If she was wealthy

When they got married

It became his

If he moved she had to go with him

I wonder if we recognize

We’re crossing over old bridges

Our hands are shaking

Over ghosts

And battles that have already been won

And

I’m sorry,

I’m sorry that there are always

Receipts for everything we’ve given you

I’m sorry that equality and your right to vote

Hasn’t been added to the constitution

They’re still holding the receipts

To legislations considering the refund….

Legislations can be repealed it can be altered …

And I’m sorry

That no matter how much we plan for a family

There are 25 men

Somewhere

Fist bumping

And making those decisions for us

I wonder if my arms are enough to quiet the echo

I wonder

If you still hear the laughter

And cutting twist of the knife

“Go back to where you belong

Shhhh stop overreacting

It will all pan out.”

Remember,

Progress is made

One step at a time

One battle at a time

One step forward, three steps back

We’ve been here before

We know how the punches are thrown

We’ve got the scars to prove it ….

Photo origin Ethan Bethune