Today it's Autumn

I wake
Rub my eyes
As blurry visions
Cringe from crusty
Corners washed by tears
My eyes red from night burn
Reflect grey early morning sky
I feel congenial benediction within
As we suffer the eminent death of leaves
The world looks more than man can destroy.
A red squirrel’s fur gathers at the gutter
Mist circles the quiet Storm Petral pool
Soon bereft beneath a leafless tree.
Across the way in a rusty barrow
Pungent exhales of burnt wood
Flat grey ash flickers on air.
Ink-stained hands of a boy
Flicks a tabloid fish wrap
Racing inclement haste
To share a headline
With ourselves
Day begins.

FALL

Solomn birds attend court
To the street lady screaming
At a desolate dying tree.
Pigeons nervously avoid her.
Caramel leaves dance near her feet.
Blackbirds hopping back and forward
Ridicule her, while the autumn sun
That touches her with frail heat
Passes tribunal indifference

AUTUMN

Butterflies have met their match
In wind swept falling leaves.
Bright swirls of autumn colors
Defy the shifting breeze.

Cloudless skies of sapphire blue
Trees ruby red and gold
Cold crisp nights with brilliant moon
And stars a thousand fold.

Soon the leaves will reach the ground
Where they’ll decay and die.
The butterflies will feel the chill
And southward they will fly.

Soon winter clouds with snow and ice
Will cover the terrain.
But with spring and summertime
The cycle starts again.

The Truth of Lies

A lie is quick

Yet shies from light.

A truth is patient

And always right.

Live with fear

Live with pain,

Heavy choices

For one will remain.

Tell the truth

Hurt your friends.

Tell a lie

And friendship ends.

This is the burden

Life does plead

We choose one

And back our deed.

As once we stood

At the promised land

Our judgement is met

With God's hand
So tell your tales
Spread your lies
Live with fear
As honor dies
Nothing remains
For a dishonest soul
Who hides from light
In nights shadowy fold
To share imagination
And speak ones dream’s
Is not the same
As a liar’s schemes
The truth is there
In every shameful lie
Just beneath
The fabricators cry.
The lie is quick
It fears the light
The truth is painful
Yet always right.

In memory of my friend and biggest musical fan

A Rose Unto God
She ran the race
She fought the fight,
She kept her pace
Found strength in His light.

We gave you this day
A Rose so bright
With faith we pray
You'll hold her tight

Up she did go
To Heavens place,
She's in Gods glow
And painless grace

Then did she bring
Shining and bright,
Before the Holy King
And LORD of Might.

A song of joy
Of life complete
Of Battles won
And mercy sweet

We will remember
And accept her fate
The August surrender
To God on that date.

We think of Rose
And what we know
She filled our hearts
From head to toe.


God's mercy on us all.

I Still Love Someone I've Known A Long Long Time

Now and then an old friend
Tries to help me
By telling me there's someone
I shoud meet
But I don't have the Heart
To start all over
Because my heart is laying
At anothers feet

You just don't throw Kerosene
On an old flame
I don't want no one else
On my mind
I just don't need nobody new
To cling to
I still love someone I've known
A long long time

I have built my world around
A memory
And she's the only one
That I let in
Every time I try to love
Somebody
In my mind I'm loving her
Again

You just don't throw kerosene
On an old flame
I don't want no one else
On my mind
I just don't need nobody new
To cling to
I still love someone I've known
A long long time

Puppet

I, am not a puppet
No Geppetto controls my strings
No one tells me when to jump
And I've never asked how high.
Those who orbit the boundries
Of this world I call my life
Could never ever understand
Each sacrifice that I make.
They sit in empty space
On their ivory thrones
Passing judgement
Without facts
Watching through the window
Of suburban tv screens
Unable to see the forest
Through a sea of viagra dreams.
It is said that life
Can be a roller coaster
Lots of ups and downs
And a thousand petty screams.
Empty lives of discretion
Solely without valor
Is worthless as a gesture
In a two bit world of schemes,
Yet despite the jeers
Of the hissing crowd
Gathering outside
For the drawing
Of aged innocent blood;
Their will be no sacrifice
No lamb upon a production stage.
An audience left
With disapointment
Should well beware
Of that which is free.
I will do my mourning
Among internet entrails
In the shadows
Of an early fall
A character actor
Without a script
Left to recite soliloquies
In the dark.