Now I don’t get your morals, and I don’t get your words
You’re surrounded by a world that plays low blows and reverbs.
That’s not a fair playing field, and no one is right,
But like cattle to slaughter
We back down from the fight.
Poetry
O Friend! My Friend!
O Friend! My friend!
Our long ride is over. Chasing our mirage in the desert, we’re nearly there, one last storm and we’re over the hill! You’ve fought hard for every battle. Your desert hooves have torn under those prairie skies and Rocky Mountain summer, you turned the Plains asunder. Winter loomed ahead and you ran, you ran right in. You brought me through my biggest battle and with a courageous heart we charged forever on. Eight years past since our desert paradise and finally we were heading home. The storm lurked ahead, dark swirls and whipping winds around you, the lightening struck the thunder roared and you, you, little sorrel horse went right in. Continue reading
Flying
We are flying together, covering ground.
Huge lungs become mine,
Hearts pounding together, we go.
We’re one.
Impurities
The black ebony slid across the blank white sheet
Marking, slowly, gentle pressure
An idea in mind
Supposedly able to do anything. Continue reading
Let’s Play
Let’s play!
Like puppies in a basket
Or actors on a stage
I just wanna play with you. Continue reading
The Storm Horse
The wind howled against the windowpanes.
His hooves pounded against her chest.
Each step rattled the earth, shook her soul. Continue reading
Guardian Angel
My pint-sized angel packaged in silky down
Overseeing my petty childish steps
Is my guardian angel, and my childhood pet. Continue reading
Wildflower
Wildflower – she is a wildflower
When the soft wind blows and the coyote cries
Where the harsh sky howls and the angels don’t fly
A pale tumbleweed rolls by,
The crack of thunder moans
And the dirt flies. Continue reading
To Ride A Bike
Now I leave this little bar, who stole my nightIn great company and bold conversation.
I’m riding through dampened moonlight,
Blurred white lines and whirring leaves
The moon shines and disappears,
She peaks through trees.
I’m heading West, I trust the mountains
But I can’t see well.
