Fools and Grace

Fools and Grace

Fools and Grace
Skylights are the only thing keeping me high, running with fools and drunken cowards by the river side.

I don’t notice my life changing in a blink, waves swallow me as my body slowly sinks.

We are the falling stars that’ll crumble to dust against a wall, drying up into specks of waste when we hear a moral call.

Drapes of life lay me on the riverbed, alone, unnoticed by the ones who grind their heavy bones.

Breaths of salvation kiss my lips, my back bleeds from their earthly whips.

Lungs turned to stone and fire, the arenas cheer while swords rip my flesh, the nods of buyers.

Fed to the starving giant called depression, brimstone cracks while crosses echo their cryptic sessions.

A light doesn’t matter if I cannot hear the call, banging my fists against iron bars of a steel wall.

Save me from the inner pain of sin, are you the one destined of David’s kin?

Strapped and torn while the crows pick my brain, the hangman severs my neck to end the pain.

Where I read and sing, people slowly follow, knowing I cannot be worthy is a drink I can hardly swallow.

Watch the stars fall from grace, each condemned lash breaks against my face.

This home of black rock burns a flame, were we fools who wish they could make a change?

The swords and grins behead all who kneel, loss of life rotates like a cycling wheel.

I am not worth this heavenly deed, axes chop away the tree while rain buries its seed.

Bloodied hands and feet lay twisted, dragging me towards hell, he insisted.

Wait, my dear father I am sorry, hands corral my feet to stand against death’s army.

Words in mouth and warmth at hand, slay my body but weep when I kiss your sandals on the sand.

Pierce my flesh with steel and metal points, crack the bones and rip them from my joints.

My tears water the ground while goodness spreads, the tree now mightier than what the doubtful said.

I am but a servant weary and starved, heads and souls witness the love that’s been carved.

I have said what must be sung, the night covers the day while I am quietly hung.

Family do not be sad of how I came to end, all believers die when he descends.

Jane’s Letter

Jane’s Letter

Jane’s Letter
Sweet dear, I’ve always thought of you.

I press inked pen against paper of white.
Spilling hearted truths that wrap my weary mind.
Stamped and sent away for your eyes to hopefully read.
And all I feel
And all I sense
And all I know

Is that I love you.

Mr. Blueskies

Mr. Blueskies

Mr. Blueskies
I am but a man with a simple wish, I want to believe that my love melts her with a kiss.

Sitting at an airport that carries silhouettes away, my eyes are wet, thinking upon yesterday.

I was sitting there.
Holding a card just for you.
Oh dear, you’re somebody I knew.
Our table holds black coffee stains.
My insides shook like a storm.
Hold out my heart dear, it crumbles like a stone.

And when I left that doorway to go, she had my bags packed, darling is it so?

Rain beats down on my brown Panama hat, drinking the moist air as common sense lingers on her doormat.

Was I the one worth leaving?
Tell me love why?
Plane tickets show distance.
You said where you go I follow.
Guess there’s something better.
Don’t eat away the truth while you build up the lies.

Humming noises of the metal bird, but I look back to utter one last word.

This room is blank as I suddenly appear at a shop it seems, hard swift scents of coffee beans.

My mind is tired from the traveling altitudes, hazy breaths as I envision altered moods.
My name I cannot recall.
A sky is over me and below my feet.
Close the shop door and see.
She’s gone and I’ve lost all of me.
People walking by, ghosts of conversation.

I look down then up to see why it’s wet, clouds cover the days as each one sets.

Please turn around.
Hold my warm heart.
Muffled calls as I still hold your card.
Written for her delicate loving eyes.
Tattered strings wrap the paper.
Why did this happen to me?
Goodbye it seems.
You said we are the ones with everything.

I know why the plane carries people away and flies, I remember my name, water colored, Mr. Blueskies.

Bloodied Skies

Bloodied Skies

Bloodied Skies:
We all know what lies beneath our wooden beds, the sun dims as skies turn violent red.

Whisper in my ear, follow child for it’s a task of dread, can’t you see I listen but disobey upon what you said.

Close your eyes.
Follow my quiet sighs.
Is it truth or religious lies?

Don’t close your eyes as we walk on water, this ocean wave listens to the man called King and Father.

But under sea level I stare for the angst delivers, don’t call to me, I am bow, useless without the quiver.

Can you dear man see our skies turn bloodied red?

The walkable sea drowns those who sleep in anxious beds.

I thirst for acceptance as you offer calming peace, the one beneath wishes we all step down, violently cease.

Here me speak upon how you once gave lambs spiritual hope, now their uncertain ideology hangs from where we hung our ropes.

I am but a human.
Men and the bones of Women.
Red skies and changing seas.
Truths or Lies, Love or Sin.
I’ll step on water my dear friend.

 

Winter’s Fall

Winter’s Fall

31 Days

Talk is simply not there for my uncertain body language, hard shouts recollect days of home as I contemplate the carnage, past memoirs speak like the tones of future cloudy weeks, they’re in ruins as I lay down the arms and pressure the leaks.

Nothing has given up such shocking views as I pass the river, armor and blood mix with the water which swirls into metallic silver, raise up your hands for you and I, cracks echo as frost gently falls from the sky.

Thunder stretches to the north as fires escape from the lighters, to and from the sun as cries of public applause thank the fighters, swirls of darkness bring me back to the snowy fall months, the mind weakens as bodies are packed into the trunks.

Did I see the gun which resembled you at last, counting of bones crushed between wheels powered by gas, something’s worth dying for as the eyes turn to the air, the snow melts as the ground becomes flooded with scares.

Boots damp as the dead stream sadly by infused with gears, I stand alone as bystanders wish a bullet would pass before my tears, employ yourself to accompany the haunting souls, whispers rush through the camps as my eyes reflect the coals.

Winter has come to bury the actions of my hardening deeds, You and I feel death as blood drips from my knees, the trail seems never ending as I stumble on, shadows of guns kiss trees as clouds forsake the dawn.

Living on as we crash down a slope of snow, distant tongues seem the same as footprints lead on the foe, within my heart I feel something calm and certain, I know the trees shall cover the view as I draw the last curtain.

You place the gun as I press upon the cold metal, snow is crushed as a bullet drops to be settled, I can’t get anymore sighs as memories relax inner frays, the winds are chilly as time seems longer than that thirty one days.