A single day mindset

Page after page
He sharpens his steel
A silhouette like a mountain
against the confetti sky

Unmoving
except to turn papers
his edge cutting
through time and emotions
undeviated, smoothly passing

He is content with black
and white words,
to let cinema pass
along with lies.

Only one day getting up
with sword in hand
prepared for
the returning of God.

Sleep exhaust

Flailing one arm
losing balance
He falls on a frameless bed.

looks as if dead...
...Respiration,
nah, he's still there.

"God, don't let me dream something bad.
It's bad enough that I'm bad when I'm awake."

Curled up
like a fetus
The picture drifts in.

coming, more
luminescent
A place new to him.


FIN

I guess since I am neal's friend I have to use the word fetus somewhere.

Barrel Fire

I took all your greenbacks
and put them in barrels
I started a fire
for the homeless

you looked at me
like you couldn't believe it
You said I'd burnt our provision.

but the money won't last
and the papers won't breath
still no one seems to know this
ugh, no one seems to notice this.

You could have seen
all their warm faces
lit by the flames reaching upward
into the dark.

warm for a moment,
but you were all stormy
couldn't enjoy
voiceless and worried.

The money can't laugh
and the papers won't breathe
but no one seems to know this
no one seems to notice this.

FIN



It's been a while since I added a poem. I took a break to read other authors. I'm not at all a self sustained writer. I have to read to write well.


This one is actually a song that I sang to open last nights show in Rockville, MD. It was a fun show Ju Ju and the Kings of England were there as well! ah English Royalty.
peace,
Ryan