poetry
Forewarning
The wind sang a song
Of tragedy and blood
Of death and betrayal
Amidst the golden sand
The warriors around the fire
Listened with silent faces
As they honed their blade edges
Darkness
How do you come back from the darkness
When it’s been your only friend
That’s wraps you in its arms
When everyone else flees in fear
How do you come back from the darkness
When you’ve called it home
For so many years
How do you come back from the darkness
When it’s in your blood and bone
When it’s who you are
Idle
In small towns
Where the parks have signs
Stating no horses allowed
Time runs different
And not much changes
Except the paint peels a little more
The fences sag a little lower
And the store fronts sit dusty and idle
Chaser
Empires
Restless
For some of us
The terror of failure
Is outweighed by
The trauma of “what if”
And so
We will be everlasting chasers
To many dreams to stay still for long
The next idea beckons
Dust never settles on us
Too much wind from our restless spirits
It’s a wicked road to travel
With little forgiveness
But it’s not in our blood to settle
And most of the time
We don’t even know what we are chasing
Or if it even exists
Safety
Underground
Down in the depths
Where the water runs steady
A rain forest of mud and wire
Where the falling trees are rock slabs
And everyone hears them land
And wonders if they crushed dirt and rock
Or blood and bone
Down in the dark
Lights flicker and fade
Passing fireflies
Flitting around endless tunnels
And rabbit warrens of rock
That loop back and around
Down at the bottom
The world turns different
The sun doesn’t tell the time
And the smell of bologna and emulsion
Mix together in unison
Games
