Fire

We ran through
Every midnight pain
We were down
Where
There is no survivors
No one knows
What will
And will not come
Maybe it’s fate
Maybe it’s just
How the fires burn
But babe
Good god babe
No one could ever say
We didn’t walk these roads
We didn’t carry the load
We didn’t fight against
Our destruction
And hey there
Sister
Can you remember
The early morning
The smell of winter
Over this town
And hey there
Babe
I can remember
The smell of your perfume
Your head on my shoulder
Eyes so bright
And even the rain
Doesn’t bother
To fight
What no one knows ….
And
We ran these roads
We took the poison
We took the chances
Some of us left
But someone always comes back
And we pick up
Right where we left off
Both feet on the ground
Keeping rough hands
Dreaming
About what’s never been –
Down
Where the midnight fire is …
The whiskey is smoother
And the women are stronger
And they kiss with a fire
We wake up with the morning
Building a dream
In the heart of this town….

-E

Consent

Consent is easy
It looks like
Me sending you texts all day
About
Tongue and two finger combos
what I wish I could do
Because I know you like them
It looks like me
Wearing a tie
Because I know
You like to take it off
And be blindfolded
Consent
Is both of us
Passionately
Having fun
Both of us
Burning out together
Both of us
Coupled together
Like
A spliced electrical wire
That’s consent
——
If it isn’t firing
If it isn’t equally enthusiastic
If you’re not in to it
Than I’m not having fun
We can do something different
Anything
Cook
Nap
There is no pressure to be anything

Other than who and what we are

Consent is easy

-E

2021 #1

The American people are hurting

Struggling

Out of work

They are enduring

Strong

Resilient

I’ve watched as professors work door dash every day

Just to keep food on the table

They refuse to give in

They showed up to vote

In the middle of a pandemic

——

I remember the night the president was elected

My wife cried herself to sleep….

I remember “day 1”

I remember

The speeches the statements

I am reminded of all the opportunities

To step off the train

And I’ve been waiting

But no one has stepped off

I asked myself how this was possible ?

It’s like watching an abused partner make excuses for their abuser

—–

It turned my stomach to see a small portion of white American conservatives act like they are being attacked

—–

They have been duped by a con man

A liar

Let there be no mistake

History will record with the greatest astonishment

That they did not walk away

They stood by their man

Until the end

And they will have to live with themselves for the rest of their lives

—-

They have shown

That his behaviour is presidential

For their daughters

And grand daughters

They have made excuses

For this slow build up that culminated

As any cult does

Into hysteria

We have seen every form of it …

They have been lied to.

It is a cult

—–

Make no mistake

Even for conservatives

This is not America

The American people do not have time to buy in

They are struggling

They are and have been in survival mode

I want us all to be able to dream again

I want us all to build again

To win

I’ve watched and worked in cities

All my life

I know the American people

And we endure

We build

We continue forward

I still believe in this America

—–

I believe what happened for Georgia will be possible in any state

If we get the relief and help out to the American people so they can build

They do not want a handout they want a hand up

A foothold

——

I don’t have time for cults

For hysteria

And paranoia

Or conspiracy

—–

Call it what it is

Propaganda

—-/

We’ve seen and lived through the harvest this reaps

——

I believe we can do better

We MUST do better

For our children

And their children

For our neighbours

For ourselves

—–

If you were a 14 year old daughter

You are 18 now

Possibly considering marriage

Would you be ok if she brought a sitting con man, jester , clown, abuser home?

Would you really?

Be ok leaving them in the room with him alone?

Or on a trip with him in a car alone?

——

I’ve sat in the room with men who abuse women and I’ve fired them….

Every single one has had an excuse

There are countless excuses

Everybody has them….

Let me say this

—-

I am tired

And I have no room for excuses

It’s time to build

It’s time to dream

It’s time to heal

It’s time to move forward

This never happened

We have to move forward

We have to get relief to our country

The world is watching

Future leaders are watching

Our daughters and our sons are watching

It’s up to us to discern truth

To discern placement

And value

Not social media

Not businesses

We have to do better

We can

We should

We are Americans

We have a personal responsibility

To bring authentic excellence

For our future

—–

It’s bright

We are going to be ok

If we do the work

If we do the work

We will be moving forward

It’s the small details

It’s the living rooms

It’s the families

It’s the you and the me

It’s the professor

It’s the teacher

It’s the clerk

It’s the associate

Getting up at 2:30 am

It’s the business owner

It’s the pastor

The priest

The Muslim

The Christian the agnostic

It’s all of us

We all are Americans

And we all have made it this far

And we all

Together

Are building

And I’m proud

I’m proud to have worked beside you

I’m proud to have lived among you

I’m proud

To be an American

Because we choose our future

And we can decide.

-E

New year new

Hang in there
This is life
This is what you’ve got
I flipped the script
I changed it up
Maybe I was a fool
Sure
I panicked in the beginning
Thought what the hell have I done
But then you ask
Ok what do I do now?
I have to keep going forward
I have to
I can’t stop
I can’t stop
The sky is the limit
But we’re going to break through that too…
Both feet on the ground
Reality can be distressing
But if you’ve got the moves
Stay in the ring
Pressing
——-
I know you want to scream
3am what kind of life is this…
——-
Build a dream
This is your life ….
What you get is what you’ve got…
What do we do about it ?
What are you gonna do now?
Keep pressing
Keep writing
Keep building
Soon you’ll be flying
Looking back saying
Look at that
We overcame
What we thought would crush us
We surprised even ourselves
We can build
We can change
We can run this race
That boy from the mountains
Passed down shoes
Kerosine heat
Concrete floors
A lot of sacrifice
But look where it got you…
Look at what a boy can do…

Keep your head down
Keep pressing
Keep writing
Keep climbing
Soon you’ll be flying

-E

Bleeding Ink 1,173

1,173 poems

I’m a mess that you don’t want

What kind of life would it be

It looks good on the outside

Suit and tie

But inside it’s me in sweat pants

Lying on the bathroom floor

Drinking in the bathtub

Rain in my head

And

Sick in the bones

But I can’t stop thinking about you

And I keep saying one day I won’t be sick

And one day things will be better

And when I’m sick

I write letters

To feel better

It’s all rain from the sky

The fire in your eyes

The shadows across your hips

The corners of your lips

There’s a burning desire

Between 1 and 5 am

I close my eyes

And I’m healthy again

It’s just me and you

And I’m a better man

We don’t have to talk

There’s desire in the rain

Let me touch you like a poet

You’re the only woman on earth

I’m drunk from your kiss

Let me memorise your body

And every language that you speak on the brink of the edge of desire

Before you come apart like the weather

The time’s are fast

Past

Everyone says to come last

Can we just undress and forget the rest

It’s just us

Where would I be without you woman

———-

Jessica

She’s got her eyes fixed
On the electric sunrise
She’s watched her dreams die
She knows
What life is
Nothing scares her anymore
And you’re going to remember her name …
And nothing scares her anymore
Her eyes fixed on her goal
She’s buying this town
Just to burn it down
Nothing scares her anymore
You know that she knows
And you hate her for it
Life isn’t just a game
She’s cashed out
Flipped it
You won’t get to repeat it
No second chances
You missed it
——-
She’s fixed her eyes
And you’re not it….

-E

Cain and Abel

There’s a difference
Between
Potential and opportunity
And there’s a difference in you and I
She said we all live and die
And you have to understand the market place
What keeps people awake …
—-///
Across the border
There’s a brother
Some say he’s Cain some say he’s Abel others say there’s still a chance there’s still time for him to change his mind …he talks a lot about a lot and about nothing …
And he never does anything
—-///
Now here inside these mountains
There’s some empty buildings
With burned out dreams
They say the economy cut it down like a pale rider with winter eyes …
They say play it safe
Play it close
You can’t live if it goes up in smoke
Like an alert to the welfare state that we are still here
Drinking watered down coffee
Re used grounds
And wearing passed down shoes…
——///
She drinks her drinks
She walks her walk
She laughs a little
And says
It takes 6 to 18 months to make money off a dream but most people shoot it in the yard at 90days and post a sign to remind those dreams not to come around anymore …
—-///
And here in this dry county
She drips of sex and honey
Without even trying she is the wet city
Where you can get your drink
And if you’re not careful
Patient
Disciplined
You will suffocate yourself
Because you’ve went so long
Without a dream…
——///
Here in this mountain
We talk a lot about a lot
The darkness in this house
In this town
I work three jobs
And I write my goals down
I say good bye
And I pray
We forget the trench wars
Where you could drown in the mud
We forget the survival
Or maybe that’s all we’ve been running on and we can’t reach deeper
Like the lover who holds on to potential afraid that there’s nothing better…afraid that the hunger inside …the craving, is only evil…
Look out over this mountain

When you’re alone you’re alone
There’s a price you pay either way.

-E

Hungry

Hungry

Have you ever been to the valley?

Flat broke

poor

You better hit the ground running

Work

I’m going somewhere

You’re gonna know my name

Some of you want out of this town

I said I’m gonna buy this town

Cash money

No interest

No ones got nothing on me

You don’t even know me

I said I was heading somewhere

Get with me or fall behind me

I made it

But I ain’t

Stop

You gotta do it again

Hitting the ground running

On fire

Going to be something

Keep something

Be something

Real

I’m talking about Magic

Jordan

You’re playing

Waiting for a dream to show up and inspire you

I’m talking about the Dream Team

Flying like Jordan hitting like Rodman

Being my own inspiration

Motivation

They can’t take it from you

When you can’t quit

I put it all on the table

Now sit back

We ain’t done yet

The score don’t stop

The rings don’t stop

Just because you finally got it

Get it

Cash money

Have you ever been

Hungry?

Flat broke

Working

Reaching

I’m going to be something

You can’t stop

Won’t stop

You ain’t seen nothing yet

I’m on fire from the bones

That made me

All those long nights

Hard fights

110 hour weeks

16 hour days

Two jobs no bread

Uhh

Home up hold up

I said I made it

But I’m not satisfied until I’m satisfied

I’m not trying to be anyone’s hero

I’m playing myself

Trying to scare myself

Like the train Nolan Ryan

Coming in not breaking

Like the Bulls against the Pistons

Taking championships and wins like Saban

I write history

My life has got to be like

My life has got to be like

beyond the light

Just beyond the light

There is tomorrow

Another line

Another page

A story yet untold

That only you can tell

In your unique way

——///

Our youth

Fields of grain

Too many intersections

And not enough time

——-///

We lived and we tried to feel love

As it was sold to us

We tried to be something

Nothing

Anything

——///

I felt the shift

I felt myself losing tune

Yes tune

We rang loud

And out of tune

We lost touch with people

Humanity

We looked to our palms

And our timelines

But it told us nothing of our times

Twitter is not real

Facebook is not real

It does not give you the supper table

The summer mornings

In the south

The green stalks of corn

The ice storms in winter

The kerosine Heat

——///

We live and die in the hashtag

But we haven’t grown up to maturity

Poverty is more than we can comprehend

It’s a relationship to money

It’s habits

It’s not just wanting and not having

——///

These lives just beyond the light

The gift of life

Look past the last headlines

What we are

We are here

Now

Alive

—-///

More than politics

More than religion

More …

——///

“Be what you were…”

I look at art

At words

Films

From the 90s

And I feel a disconnect

I don’t know this person

This person doesn’t know me

I can’t see the tv from across the room

I keep moving my couch closer and pretending it doesn’t matter ….

Pictures give us words

——///

We are textured

Quilted

Struggled

Immigrants

—-///

Downsizing

Can you downsize the American dream?

We can find answers in 5g speed

We are born with a cellular plan

But we don’t know our neighbour

A pastors struggle on Monday morning

—-///

Are we red and blue state ?

Disconnected

People vote, or don’t vote, for various reasons.

One Party is the single issue party. Or the anti vax, anti mask, lower tax…don’t take my guns?

No, one party is the American dream, Reagan party, read, communicate, write, dream, love your country, write your wife love letters from across the room. You’re groomed from a young age to vote red.

The business owner. Trying to dream.

The other is college kids, millennials, like it or not, woke, sensitive to every issue, minority, apologising, how will the kids make it during this economy?

Most of us are somewhere in the middle not on the fringes…who’ve lived through a handful of economic collapses…

Most of us have lost someone to this virus…

I was talking with a nurse and she was telling me of the horror of a patient dying…of the horror that people still think this is a hoax, the fact that these patients are protected by privacy laws and this creates a gap…and we will never know…but they know…and for them…this is a nightmare…

Now, what do people vote on?

Somewhere in the middle.

We have more in common than we think.

The whole silence is violence

be woke to every single new thing ….

that’s a big tab…

the answer to winning votes and states

is not be the most liberal…

it’s connecting to the country.

We are all Americans.

Unplug from social media,

You can block and unfollow each-other all day long but these are real people with real lives and real votes and they are not going anywhere, they’re our neighbours our mothers our siblings.

what do we all have in common.

Return to the vision. Return to common sense, adulthood …

you can build a platform and a table with room for everyone.

We can’t go back…we go forward…beyond the light…or we fade into oblivion…