Writings

Sunday Mornings

It’s 5:30 in the morning
Too early to be awake today so far
Darkness still swirling
Groggy feeling impaired
As the shadows continue to dance on the walls

Toss and turning in circles
Limbs flying every which way
Making music that no one can hear

Winds deadly howl darkens the way
As each branch snaps impaling the air
It’s not enough to stop the derailing dreams
Falling circles of dresses twirling around
More shadows they seem to add on the wall

In all the chaos ensuring demise
Hundreds of dreams came and go
Still they go on and on

Shadows sweeping criss-crossing the rooms
Sun glowing deeply as it’s time to hide
Morning is coming
As those dreams start to fade for the sky
Screaming softly that no one can hear

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Desolations

The silence that hasn’t spilled from fingers pricked
Hesitant over lettered buttons
Waiting…

Words squished between the nothings
Forced into hiding
Yearning…

A trickle of a drop within a hint
Bashed with the skull
Smoldering…

Raging ash flaring unending upwards
Fluttering amongst the openings
Flowing…

Quiet falls all around the bareness witnessed
Flames frozen in dances of a trance
Stillness…

And then it hits you head on
The entrapping bittersweet
Echoing…

Accepting the emptiness of a barren sky
The nothingness from within
Pondering…

Words most useless now come forth to be used
Not long to be hidden
Begging…

The world has changed it’s views to see
Forced upon the differences
Resolutions…

The mind once full of lively amazement
Enormous fields of thoughts
Desolate…

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Writer’s Lament

Crank the tunes, two in the morning, headphones leaving that familiar burning about the ears. Fingers busted wide across the keyboard stinging from pencils furious repetitions across blackened pages. WRITE! Just write anything that comes flowing into the unconscious consciousness that comes. Delirious sleeping of letters flying around. Pictures from within, worlds emerge, stories write themselves. Beats. Scribbles. Blood. Technicolor lines. Write to the heartbeat, the drumbeat, the guitar strum, every third word heard or object noticed. Play the story. Be the story. Let it sink into that bottomless pit hidden deep within the soulless hells that get tucked away from the light of day. Go fishing for it and yank its sorry ass back to the surface, squeezing it for every last drop the pencil can muster up. Worry not about repercussions. Don’t read it back. Just write. The butcher can make it the beautiful steak once all the blood is drained later. Don’t hold back!

Death’s Hammer

The clicking and clacking at odd hours
Enough to drive anyone mad
But he didn’t have walls in between
All he had was a few feet

The clacking and clicking all night long
Is enough to drive any sane man around
Able to drive them away from normalness
Into the darkness that awaits their souls

Clicking of keys and clacking of hammers
It digs deep with each strike
Eating away at every last straw remaining
Slowly devouring everything that was

Clacks of smacks with quick clicks
How these fingers drive me away
Slowly slip into the places beyond
Away from normal thinking and feeling

I sit there smashing fingers to keys
As the hammer rips through the ribbon

A Letter From Daddy

My Dearest Emersyn,

From the moment of your birth, to this day, and every day that has yet to pass; you have, and will always be loved. You have an amazing personality, a magnificent soul within you. Each day, you have continued to grow into a beautiful person, and I am lost in amazement by you.

Though we don’t see each other every day, you are in my thoughts each moment of them, and in my heart always. Each time you are with me, though short it may be, our bond grows closer, stronger; our love and admiration for each other, between a daughter and her daddy, becomes deeper with each memory made.

You are not losing a daddy today, but instead gaining another who loves you just as deeply, just as fiercely, and loyally. You are gaining a step-mom today; who will forever be there for you in every way needed as I have, and will continue to always be there for you.

We are adding to our family, a wonderful woman, who will continue to love us both, and be an added cornerstone to the lives we are able to share with each other.

I love you Emersyn

Now and Always

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Winter’s Amusement

Used to be life made so much sense with everything floating perfectly
Nothing left to chance to be left behind forgotten sidelines
Time ticks away eating at all your hearts desires ungiving in it’s taking
Just takes the afternoons away sweeping them past by never seen again

Roads missed turns lead you to your next burns
Walk the fire without a rope beneath your souls
Dangling up on high deserted skies of desire
Desperate search shows everythings now long gone

Floating on the rainbows you hope keep their gold
While the emptiness fills you deep inside
Pains of waiting with unknown clouds so high
Falling further past your ledge expires

Spinning gears turn all around ready to crush your crown
Wrong move just once will bring you down to different clouds
Marching on without the cares of troubles made
Time gives not for your feeble minds
Or hearts desire

Used to be such bright sunny days
Winds of change come sweeping past the town
Cold winds to chill the bone
Stop a heart right in their tracks

Life had so much sense left within
Never swaying with the winds
How those days long for a return
Watch the steps plant your feet
Another chance to lose your self

Day begins with days endings not shown
Sail the race as best you could unknown
Why we deal with old machines
Unrelied for what they’d mean

Lost in the world trying to find a way home
Lose yourself in the innocents pure joys
Never stepping out of line
Is there any wisdom you can use?

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