My issues with sand 02 08 21 nj
My issues with sand
I see desert sand dunes
sculpted by the thoughtless wind
into perfect jet stream art
but blasting sand has etched my soul from sight
antique finish so worn and bleached from blight
was never easy to hold the door against the wind
the tragic force that changes day to night
the quiet breath that sighs beneath the eyes
It’s never easy when once so full of life
– and that sands of change, well my hands so dry again
stand there calling from the hill tonight
really, you know that deaf ears have fallen from great height
some birds lift off and fly over the neighbors security light
At home the sand falls from my jeans cuffs
I am loath to try and pick it up
Like the mess that follows where I go
like the book that I had meant to read.
The blue blue paint was worn away
my house the side of my mind that’s wind-whipped clean
the dreams that mattered most rose to the sky
I can’t tell you. There’s nothing there that can tell I’ve seen.
Out On The Bay 02 07 21 nj
Is it slow to spend the afternoon out on the bay?
The Sunday spell that time is free to give away
the gray sky scowls and a chill air blows
The murk of water is actually pretty scary
This little boat with chippy paint
the waters buoyant dancing never ceasing
I’m pretty far out beyond the point I have to say
bruising clouds have taken over the day
No, I’ll be fine I better start the little motor now
I don’t see a single soul on the water now
I brought a thermos but I think
I just wait on that ‘till get back.
Lateness nj 02 07 2021
Cursed to stitch a weave that makes no sense
the solution really doesn’t care
the atmosphere heavy again on the ears
I kneel in the wind of possession I hold fast
The sun is the truth that won’t relent
our little selves find it hard to wake up
and the sky, as I pace within these walls
no turning back and sorrow is no help
I guessed it right but didn’t act
no time to weep, and lost a friend
I did not see you when there was a chance
my time I’ve lost away from truth
My corrupted heart and mind with lies
If I could cut to peaceful slumber
I curse the vines that will not catch me
yet insatiate, forever is the face with gentle eyes.
Where will I be? nj 02 05 2021
Where will I be
when the cold winds blow
where will be when I am sad and nervous?
Staring out of that praise, how I’m afraid inside
so wild the distance my friend
and the world at any length
When I’m overwhelmed
I’ll come apart from all these things.
Staring out at the hills and down my eyes dim
like the soldier faces winter winds and holds
those stirring depths and shadows for someday later
staring out fading, but strong to hold inside
Where will I go?
it was mama’s dream to get back home
that wild distance takes the long way to fade
sit down and let the dream go
cold wind ill depriving.
So then, just enough when I was near you.
High on Keeling Bluff nj 02 02 2021
Snow drifted high up on Keeling Bluff
I won’t speak about what already happened
Laying flat on that floor within inches of the blue
forever just another, you better speak up soon
By the thought my knees are gonna give
the lies always come and stare through sights to stay
like flying to the slab and layin’ flat upon that floor
I’m done runnin’ but I thought I had something altogether different
Where’s the one that’s who I am?
I won’t speak about that day. Come on, just to be free?
Find some shelter up on Keeling Bluff
somewhere warm waves kiss the shore
That room, that isn’t me upon the floor
please don’t color me from outer space again
Just like you ache knowing she won’t be taken
I’m giving all I was, and playing with delusions
Seasons chew through what is left of all of us
but she flew deep into and past the freezing blue
the little king and queen their crown in trade for change
I am not the same but where’s the stranger one I am?
Nearly Almost Never nj 01 29 2021
Many many agree I’ve never met.
Swamp gas lights the future wet cement
Lazers sweep deserted seas
high tech speeding craft
which are nearly almost never seen
not an unreasonable request
Who took an oath and laughed it off
Who means the words dont matter
A promise and oh well and then you see like your word, you just dont matter.
What the hell is that?
What good is trusting certain facts
Trusted works all done and sealed
and then just throw it at the wall,
just like a spoiled child?
sure, alien swamp gas lights the way
And gaslight falsely warms their souls
You really, deeply, know whats true
So why would you let some gaseous liar
Steer your ship into the
cold and rocky shoals?
Thorn nj 01 29 2021
I put my weapons down
and watch the horizon
The big-mouth giant will come along
and eat the clouds
If could rewind to spend my days
so I wouldn’t have to live with the calamity
and walk the sand and seaside lines
a carefree recess that heaven signs off for me
well hey just have to live with it
the silent eyes up above so high
crazy cowboys playing games all night
just for a selfish show, devours us, our numbers
The halls where we could forge a way
and a thorn in my side and mud in my eye
thousands lost and well then there you go
slip away and forget about a moment bright
Left for dead nj 01 28 2021
Left for dead
Don’t know you from Adam
string of lies’
Straight from the heart
straight to the gut
Left in the lurch
Stuck in a rut
A chance by to say
Posture and grace
Stand your ground
May I have this dance
World is spinning
Back to the basics
The Eyes of The Sun NJ 01 28/2021
The eyes of the sun couldn’t care less
our cheapness names of country stars
creeping shadows cross the dead eye dreams of dollars
until we walk the storms of mars
and I have walked through fire
aeons passed the long forgotten corridors
and rivers littered with broken cheap guitars
only then the names my 45’s give you receive
Lead me out. These seasons rife with cries
and doubts of yearbooks by the carload.
sailing forgotten through aeons and mountains
and the beauty in the falls. The river falls. Hush now.
Forever nj 01 26 21
Holding a candle to the moon,
summer was melting away.
the gentle touch of coolness
breezed beyond the tides and campfires.
I could fall into a reverent sleep.
but the games are still
washing up in waves of laughter
like the night sea
I sit by the dying fire
to think of nothing
just to be.
To a life less broken,
to the flow of days,
oh well anyway
Forever is no place to be, really.
Sweet nj 01 27 2021
There was something I had hoped you’d see
Even though I’m in over my head
You among all, there was no-way you’d survive
but instead awakened to see the sun again.
There was something in it I had hoped you’d see.
Really, there isn’t much to tell.
Just stay on the list.
Mysteries were turned to dust.
I know it’s sad, it’s pretty little to offer
but there was room in some fresh air to breath
and of the infinite sky, to sail if on a pen and ink
or on some tropical breeze
but there to stop and hide from the world
just for a minute to rest, to drop off to sleep
just for a while, even though only in my head
and awaken to a sunrise again
yeah, that’d be sweet.
Really knew but never said nj 01252021
Danger is following us, say, like fire in the hands of trolls
they’re closing in and you’re fast asleep in the wheelhouse
I am hidden in the tile, say, like the numbers man
who in the frail desert where the gods palm feed their clan
innocent? No chance. You hear the opponents rants
taunting they invaded lands
insanity and hunger dance lurks like ad-men in suits.
Danger coming out loud from the forgotten thoughts.
Once you knew the truth but tuned it out.
Geometric soothing shapes in floating solitude
remote, as hope is lost beyond the foggy boats.
Danger on the kids, say, like you really knew but never said
the earth is innocent as the stage the trolls take
I hope you’ll take care nj01262021
A ghost made quiet promises while we waited
Hey man. There’s a reason to pay to be answered
I hope you’ll take care, do what you can about that hunger
The promise of heaven or just somewhere on the side is okay
Behind your head is that ghost, that insecurity
The sinking feeling is just normal and sort of sweet
The meaning of tears about to start, before you set sail
If us modern folk where halfway honest
instead of ghosts behind our heads we’ve never paid
The city over there isn’t too bad, but it’s a process
what the effin’ hell is wrong with those people?
insecure I guess. I hope you’ll take care.