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. We fall into greed, we suffer from envy Don’t know … Continue reading Can Lambs Become Lions?
Tag: 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 … Continue reading O Friend! My Friend!
The Quiet Man
I trusted you, I wasn’t sure why. Your hair in my face, wind whipping down the Highway The mountains came and went on the right Big cities rose and fell on the left. I searched the shelves of movies in my brain To figure out why we fit So well. You owned that Highway like … Continue reading The Quiet Man
Flying
We are flying together, covering ground. Huge lungs become mine, Hearts pounding together, we go. We’re one. Veins surging Hindquarters bunching Releasing. Muscles tighten Swirled masses of raw, power Tightly wrapped thick bones. Lurching forward Thin metal, held lightly in place Grips tiny nails, pounding the ground Muscles expand rapidly Rippling a roaring frame Front … Continue reading Flying
Forgotten Toy
On the soiled wood I sit, with dust around me I wanted to play And feel something, for once The forgotten toy upon the shelf Where you outgrew me, and soon forgot The little toy you once bought. With money earned and carefully saved. Now I sit alone Across the pretty ones The new … Continue reading Forgotten Toy
Impurities
The black ebony slid across the blank white sheet Marking, slowly, gentle pressure An idea in mind Supposedly able to do anything. Holding the long wooden stick softly Slowly, it scratched across the paper Sketching. It’s supposed to be pretty, supposed to be right. Correctly molded it can be anything. As an eager child it … Continue reading Impurities
Grip
Their stories and scars, the things they grasp. All rough and worn, but strong. Everyone has them they come in pairs But these ones, are special. I love to watch them in action, I often stare. Or sneak a peak when no one is there. They dance on keys and caress horsehair strings. A kind … Continue reading Grip
Let’s Play
Let’s play! Like puppies in a basket Or actors on a stage I just wanna play with you. You scrutinize and stare As the famished lion watches his prey A longing hunger growls thick inside Watching her free and innocent steps With hard, squinted, aching eyes. Beautiful, and tender bouncing before him It pains him … Continue reading Let’s Play
The Storm Horse
The wind howled against the windowpanes. His hooves pounded against her chest. Each step rattled the earth, shook her soul. He thundered up the hill, nostrils flared, Short, labored breath. They charged across powdery landscape. It moved with them. They were one, plowing through Snowdrifts and muddy cow-trails. Speckled brown and white, Fleabitten grey Fuzzy, coat … Continue reading The Storm Horse
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. That’s when she comes, she’s a wildflower Landing where the wind plants her seed, Thriving in … Continue reading Wildflower
Poesie Sans, Souci 