He loved her sweetly, never letting go
she pushed and shoved
demons from her past wont let her grow
he loves her gently, making her his world
she left him there his life unfurled
She was his sugar
she was his world
everything she said
was everything he did
On a lazy afternoon
he had come home too soon
to find his sugar on the floor
needle in her arm
darkness at their door
He cried over her asking lord why oh why
was his sugar gone, and he was left alone to cry
he sat there for a while
crying and begging
begging and pleading
Then the day came for him to say goodbye
he held that white rose
tears falling from his eyes
wondering why
With his sugar in a box,
his car packed
he left the dusty roads
never looking back.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Faded Glory
With the wind at her back
she moved east, picking up the road
as the miles blew past
faded as her tan she no long felt alone
She wore the smile of faded glory on her face
with new risks to take
and a breath of confidence
she kept going east
new dreams new faces
unfamiliar places and a place to start new
As the miles rolled by Johnny sang softly
showing her that walking the line was right
her memories of drugs, sex, and rock n roll
melted away as new ones began
She wore the smile of faded glory
the sun shining on her skin
with each new town the passed
she left the last one behind
faded glory of a hometown queen
faded glory of hazy dreams
faded glory of memories long gone
faded glory of lost and twisted dreams
with one last stretch she yawned lightly
her faded glory had gone completely
she was a new girl with a new world.
she moved east, picking up the road
as the miles blew past
faded as her tan she no long felt alone
She wore the smile of faded glory on her face
with new risks to take
and a breath of confidence
she kept going east
new dreams new faces
unfamiliar places and a place to start new
As the miles rolled by Johnny sang softly
showing her that walking the line was right
her memories of drugs, sex, and rock n roll
melted away as new ones began
She wore the smile of faded glory
the sun shining on her skin
with each new town the passed
she left the last one behind
faded glory of a hometown queen
faded glory of hazy dreams
faded glory of memories long gone
faded glory of lost and twisted dreams
with one last stretch she yawned lightly
her faded glory had gone completely
she was a new girl with a new world.
Unknown
Little boy is now a man
walking the line as best he can
no woman by his side
to share the secrets of the night
little boy lost in flight
Never knew if his daddy was a rolling stone
always left behind
always left alone
imagination as far as the stars
underneath his shirt were hidden scars
Struggled with the devils brew
Secrets kept hidden
nobody knew
He met her by accident
close enough to make two into one
with blinded love they left
in a space bound rocket ship
Hold on baby, dont let go
we dont have far to go
I wont leave you behind
just keep walking that line
walking the line as best he can
no woman by his side
to share the secrets of the night
little boy lost in flight
Never knew if his daddy was a rolling stone
always left behind
always left alone
imagination as far as the stars
underneath his shirt were hidden scars
Struggled with the devils brew
Secrets kept hidden
nobody knew
He met her by accident
close enough to make two into one
with blinded love they left
in a space bound rocket ship
Hold on baby, dont let go
we dont have far to go
I wont leave you behind
just keep walking that line
Friday, August 12, 2011
Oh my....
What a chaotic, insidious week this has been! While it hasn't been bad its just been long, and forever ending. Good news....I have a job, I have 2 jobs. Bad news, well there isn't any.
I have been contemplating change in my life and while I thought I controlled my destiny the universe had a different plan. Move to PA? Possibly....move to NM? Possibly...NOPE! I am going to stay right here until the time is right for me to move where ever it is that I am supposed to move.
My son started school Thursday, and he went back to Jiu Jitsu. It was like watching a makeover! He was laughing, smiling and his energy changed. I think it will be good for him to go back and participate however small the participation is, it will teach him some respect and in the end do him some good to get his frustration out on the mat. How proud I am of him. I couldn't have been more blessed.
On to another topic, I have a few stories brewing in my skull that I am trying to make sense of. My stories always hit me at just the right time....but always leave quickly leaving me to figure them out. Way to go creativity! Thanks!
I know I said I would try to post everyday but I have had the desire (yes I am lazy thankyouverymuch) and I really haven't had anything too spectacular to report until today. I get to see my best friend who just came home from a 3.5 month deployment in Japan, I get to see another dear friend whom I've know since 98 and I think things are starting to turn around. But don't worry, I will keep one eye on the path in front of me and one eye on everything else. So for now I am going to nuzzle up to my sweet child, wait for the alarm to go off and get him off to school and his dads for the week. Happy Friday world! Thank you for being there when I needed you!
PS. ITS PRESEASON FOOTBALL....so that means the real McCoy is right around the corner and I CANT WAIT!
I have been contemplating change in my life and while I thought I controlled my destiny the universe had a different plan. Move to PA? Possibly....move to NM? Possibly...NOPE! I am going to stay right here until the time is right for me to move where ever it is that I am supposed to move.
My son started school Thursday, and he went back to Jiu Jitsu. It was like watching a makeover! He was laughing, smiling and his energy changed. I think it will be good for him to go back and participate however small the participation is, it will teach him some respect and in the end do him some good to get his frustration out on the mat. How proud I am of him. I couldn't have been more blessed.
On to another topic, I have a few stories brewing in my skull that I am trying to make sense of. My stories always hit me at just the right time....but always leave quickly leaving me to figure them out. Way to go creativity! Thanks!
I know I said I would try to post everyday but I have had the desire (yes I am lazy thankyouverymuch) and I really haven't had anything too spectacular to report until today. I get to see my best friend who just came home from a 3.5 month deployment in Japan, I get to see another dear friend whom I've know since 98 and I think things are starting to turn around. But don't worry, I will keep one eye on the path in front of me and one eye on everything else. So for now I am going to nuzzle up to my sweet child, wait for the alarm to go off and get him off to school and his dads for the week. Happy Friday world! Thank you for being there when I needed you!
PS. ITS PRESEASON FOOTBALL....so that means the real McCoy is right around the corner and I CANT WAIT!
Saturday, August 6, 2011
5 am comes too soon around these parts
5 am has come and gone, the remnants of the day before still linger, like a thick vapor reminding me of the past events. I am sitting here staring at the wall looking for some sort of inspiration, some sign flashing like the neon beer signs are the drive through liquor store, yet I see nothing. I rub my eyes, slowly shaking my head back and forth thinking that its the sleep deprivation that has me confused and turned around. But its not, in the end its my emotion that got me all ass backwards, looking for the key hole to unlock this door.
I remember a few years back that I once sat at the top of north mountain, watching the sunrise and remembering what the sunrise looked like at home. And I sat there in silence for the longest time and I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember what it smelled like in the spring, or how the coyotes sounded late at night.
Once again almost 11 years later, I am sitting here waiting, watching hoping for that sense of what once was. And then like a sack of potatoes it hits me. It never will be the same. And oddly I'm OK with that. I don't fear being alone, I am not afraid of dating and jumping through the hoops of impressing and pea-cocking to attract another mate.
I am afraid that the other person will forget about me. I don't want to be forgotten, OK well maybe I want people to forget the bad things I've done and the awful things I've said, but I don't want to be forgotten. Now maybe he will and maybe he wont. But like taking the trash out, writing down how i feel helps me purge some of the clutter in my heart and brain. Until then then adventure continues....
If he misses me, then he does. If he doesnt then he doesnt. Ive got some pretty big plans and I dont want to be held down with the uncertainty of something I have no control over. I cant control what is and is not. I can only observe it from a distance, take notes and remember not to do that again. When its my turn to miss someone, I know I will let that person know, I will shout it to the sky, "Hey Fucker I MISS YOU! Hope youre well."
I remember a few years back that I once sat at the top of north mountain, watching the sunrise and remembering what the sunrise looked like at home. And I sat there in silence for the longest time and I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember what it smelled like in the spring, or how the coyotes sounded late at night.
Once again almost 11 years later, I am sitting here waiting, watching hoping for that sense of what once was. And then like a sack of potatoes it hits me. It never will be the same. And oddly I'm OK with that. I don't fear being alone, I am not afraid of dating and jumping through the hoops of impressing and pea-cocking to attract another mate.
I am afraid that the other person will forget about me. I don't want to be forgotten, OK well maybe I want people to forget the bad things I've done and the awful things I've said, but I don't want to be forgotten. Now maybe he will and maybe he wont. But like taking the trash out, writing down how i feel helps me purge some of the clutter in my heart and brain. Until then then adventure continues....
If he misses me, then he does. If he doesnt then he doesnt. Ive got some pretty big plans and I dont want to be held down with the uncertainty of something I have no control over. I cant control what is and is not. I can only observe it from a distance, take notes and remember not to do that again. When its my turn to miss someone, I know I will let that person know, I will shout it to the sky, "Hey Fucker I MISS YOU! Hope youre well."
Friday, February 25, 2011
Breaking Daylight
The corridors of my mind flutter like flowers in the wind, ripping them from the ground, sending the petals floating through the red sky, on fire from the thousand lives lost in her beauty alone. Fate is not what is waiting for us around the corner but rather our own mind, endlessly wandering the empty streets of our soul looking for that one single flower growing through the cement waiting to be plucked gently and whisked away to be placed a jar on a shelf
This is the endless mind. The fruitful soul. The love a girl has for her boy and the adventures they find themselves on. With out the other they are just two flowers ripped from the earth to be cast upon the dirt without thought
Faith is not like fruit, it doesn't grow on trees, its nurtured and tendered. The same way our love has been raised. Slowly suffering the silent storms and bending but not breaking. When the leaves fall off, we know in spring they will grow back.
The backbone of our love is strong, held firm by thick roots that travel deep. There is always a beautiful sunset when you are with me.
This is the endless mind. The fruitful soul. The love a girl has for her boy and the adventures they find themselves on. With out the other they are just two flowers ripped from the earth to be cast upon the dirt without thought
Faith is not like fruit, it doesn't grow on trees, its nurtured and tendered. The same way our love has been raised. Slowly suffering the silent storms and bending but not breaking. When the leaves fall off, we know in spring they will grow back.
The backbone of our love is strong, held firm by thick roots that travel deep. There is always a beautiful sunset when you are with me.
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