Poem from the Phone

Sailing on arpeggios
With Capitan Johann Sharp
An endless pointless melody
With no place to disembark

A crackling voice of beauty
About the Captain complains
About how he repeats himself
In the 20 minutes that remain

Coin Without a Rose

Lightning drinks salty tears
Alone inside the minds
Of poet children on the street
Who sell wilted roses for a penny
No one seems to pass them by
They all throw down the coin
But not a single rose has been sold
And that is why they cry

Time's Path

One small girl dances through the mind
Searching for a young soul that she can’t find
She searches lonely for her only friend
No one replies to the message she sends

For the little boys gone
He’s got no place to stay
Burned down his haven
He’s got no place to play
He finds himself at the start of a road
He takes his first step and already he’s old

When she realizes he’s gone she starts cry
Why would he leave with out saying good-bye?
Was it her fault? Did she case him away?
Why did he leave her with no one to play?

For the little boys gone
He’s got no place to stay
Burned down his haven
He’s got no place to play
He finds himself at the start of a road
He takes his first step and already he’s old

Through her tears she spotted a note
Silent she read what the little boy wrote
“Don’t cry my friend it’s not your fault I leave
Cheer up and smile there’s no reason to grieve.”

For the little boys gone
He’s got no place to stay
Burned down his haven
He’s got no place to play
He finds himself at the start of a road
He takes his first step and already he’s old

“I lived in my heart, I grew up too fast
There no way I could stay stuck in the past.
I left you a map to the path I trod.
Follow if you wish.” Determined she nods.

For the children are gone
They left where they stayed
Burnt and abandoned
No longer they played
Now they walk hand in hand on a long dusty road
Together forever, a sight to behold

A Funeral at Heavens Door

Only lovers lend their voice
To the peace-less dead
Speaking from their heart and soul
With nothing to be read

Then someone will play a tune
One heard too many times before
But now we listen deeper
Praying they’re knocking at that door

Sing like Leonard Cohen
Play like Hendrix’s ghost
Leave your softest moments
The parts we cherish most

Some would call you gentle
Other called you cruel
But now both waters mingle
In a single salty pool

Play it one more time, we say
Play it for our friend
That spoken little master piece
Whose melody won’t end

Sing like Leonard Cohen
Play like Hendrix’s ghost
Leave your softest momnts
The parts we cherish most

Tripping Sunshower Hope

Dizzy blinking eyes look to the sky
Booming rhythm of the bright sunless blue
Twitching like the bone inside
The hazel look for me from you

Colors changing, blue to grey
As concrete and sky collide
Horizon bodies dot the air
Thousand that life’s denied

The fall will come before life ends
Crush my hope if it will spare her’s
I can always simile each day in hell
Knowing she will be alright

Sonnet 2

Can I hold a finger to your shadow?
And hope you will never turn without me
Never face alone your lonely battle
Never disregard the help you can’t see

My heart follows thru the lonely desert
To stop the sun from burning your fair skin
I catch you when you stumble in the dirt
Invisible to the world we will win

In passing time you come to see my face
And realize that I was meant to guard you
My love it will forever keep you safe
I’ll shield you from all the pain you once knew

So now we stand together arm in arm
All full of smiles, and never fearing harm

Sonnet

(The following is a Spenserian sonnet)

An open wound on a slow bleeding heart,
Small gift from pretty you to lonely me.
A souvenir of time we’ve spent apart,
Time never truly meant to set me free.

Through my open heart your love it does flee;
Leaving tracks in several shades of red.
You are never quite clear of the debris,
Never quite clear of the tears I have shed.

Maybe, my love, you should read what you said
Or Should I take an arrow to the heart?
Maybe you will take my arrow instead
Then my world can start to crumble apart

So I forge a shield made of love and hope
If I fail and lose you, I could not cope

A Plea From Your Future Audience

Girl you might be scared to get on stage
But what is there for you to lose
Except your silly day times wage
You could spend all day working nine to five
Or you get up on that stage
And tell the world you are alive

When you begin your open melody
You will make gods bow in shame
Something no one else can claim
But if you don’t look up from your guitar
We’ll lose you to a distant land
Of vacant hearts and stale cigars

We just might not make it through the day.
When all we hear is traffic jams,
And jumbled words that prophets say.
But if you sing an empty thoughtless song
We will be your audience
We will all just sing along

You gotta start somewhere...

and this is where I am going to Start. This Blog is basically going to be a dumping ground for things I've written

I guess I will begin with something I did as an exercise for myself, I free styled on paper. I just wrote what ever seemed to flow out at the time and wanted to see how long I could keep it up, It ended up complete nonsense but it was fun so here you go:

Enter my world
And pull on the stings
I’m waitin’ for the bus
And some chicken wings
I’m given a beat
But no words to rhyme
I would start to hate
But I haven’t got the time
So here I stand
And there I fall
I’m about as cool
As a pygmy is tall
You lookin’ for a chorus
Well you won’t find one here
Cause I got as much talent
As a snake has ears
But I will keep on going
Like the energizer bunny
And with my luck
You’ll start to find me funny
Do I amuse you
Am I funny like a clown
Soon you’ll recognize my face
You playas will bow down
So listen my children
And heed my word
Your mother’s a ho
And your father’s a turd
Well now I’m done
I got nothing to say
But if you look back
I started that way