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