In plain sight
across an empty road
Laid a still shadow
weighed down by gravity
Welcoming the scavengers
it grew lightly
Piece by piece
transforming into energy
Dissipating
helplessly
Until morning and the sun rose
the shadow decomposed
There,
my love goes…
I’ve been to a place where people go to die
Living until the last of their lives
Head held high
I worked in the valley of riches
Pushed heavy carts as I dragged my feet
Beat
The valley of riches and the valley of death
Lovers hold hands as the ship sinks
The lonely wait to reconvene
One last blink
This isn’t a love story, though
It’s just something all should know
Life comes and goes
Death keeps no toll
I’ve seen him look her in the eyes
Without compromise
Left a husband
Left a son
Now they’re left with no one
Dazed is the look on their face
Having conversions with a wall
Living at their pace
Until they take that final fall
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Irresolute
Weak
But waving
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Hope it is
Hope held tight
For the fear of the light
Is greater than the fear of tomorrow
But the poor soul doesn’t always go when it wants
It leaves the body when it’s time is done
Leaving you saying “I’ll see you tomorrow…”
To absolutely no one.
So leave me here in the valley of tears
The valley of riches
The valley of death
Because where tomorrow isn’t promised today is cherished
A collection of lost souls
Caught up in individual woes
Rags to riches
Riches to rags
The dreamers of wonderlands
Looking only at what they have
Revenge curls the ends of the black hair
As he kisses her tight
Life of misery
A life of blithe
Up high they wander
Up high at night
Singing songs of the ancestors
Dancing while smoking their pipes
Painting the sky with dusted stars
Cross my heart
Play the games of the wandering souls
But you’ll never understand the troubles or woes
After midnight
The sun rested
The moon awake
Nocturnal lullabies calm the fearful
Percussion vibrations liberate the willful
Bass
Count to ten and start again
The motions of the liberal
She will kiss him on the cheek
Intentions discrete
But the truth lies within her palm
Seduction and all joyfully wrong
Her mate passes without a clue
Her loyalty anew
The man at which she holds the hand
Is not her lover too
Baring skin in a game that no one wins
Temptation is devils play
Numinous affairs as the two of them lay
Between them only sheets
Kisses that are not so discrete
And a love that holds no emotion
Unattached with no devotion
As the sun awakes
And the moon has had its day
She will return to the loyal hand
Only to think of the other man
Her secrete will lie with her to rest
But her heart will always be off set
Troubling the mind
Walking blind
Forever in his debt
I live where the real people live
Where the beggars beg
And the givers give
I want to go where the lovers go
Where time passes but not so slow
And there’s no difference between the fool’s gold
As dawn breaks the sun pierces the clouds
The dew drops
But the rain is never loud
For some, tomorrow will bring sorrow
Others will return upon what they borrow
Left abandoned and creating rust
Only a few can you trust
Hypocrisy shines a bright light through the stained glass
As the saints and the sinners return to mass
We walk together
Wandering
Only some are free
But I’d rather be where the lovers be
Kissed her lips in the bitter cold
Her hands in his pockets to rid the bite of frost
There was no rush to get home
So they continued to walk
Heals clicked on the cobble stone
As music notes around them dance
“Você é linda”
The bells tolled
But in the moment they were lost
One that could never mock
Feet lifted and flown
Floating on air at first glance
“Tu és o meu amor”
A love that was bold
Two paths graciously crossed
She left her heart in London
She left
her
heart
“Eu vou sempre me lembrar de você”
Dear mother why haven’t you warned me
I keep on playing with fire to cure the lonely
Needed to keep warm but can’t get to close
Stepping nearby and beginning to provoke
Illusions dance in the flames
Shadows and sights- difficult to not embrace
See what you want to see in the golden blaze
Overlooking the pain of the inferno
Begin to saunter closer in a daze
Bit by the fire and embers glow
How does the toxic air taste?
The ribbons of red will never set you free
And forever you will be reminded by scars of agony
Dear mother I wish you would have taught me
This would be painless to foresee
Being cold will send you shivers
And anything is better than those embers
That the fire will blow into its storm
The windows were open bringing in the movement of the night
This chill in the air sends shivers up the spines of the wicked
And calms those who are kind
Let the wind blow and welcome autumn.
Let the wind make it right
“Hey Mr Brown Eyes don’t let your whole life pass you by”
She whispered in his ear before the summer had departed
“I won’t as long as you’re by my side”
He responded so lighthearted
Summer came and gone
Like the peaking waves at dawn
Just like the season he’s vanished and turned shy
Not knowing its ok to no longer be her guy
For its autumn that blows in all the fury
Makes the air crisp and freezes the worry
There’s no need for the summer light
When all that brings fright is slumbering well into the autumn night
Let that cool air bite every time she’s reminded of those eyes
Because like playing with fire there is no compromise
Remember the grasps of air while she pulled on his hair
Love is a game that is not fair
Let the wicked be wicked
And the kind be kind
For it’s the changing of the seasons
No reasons
No rye
Painting by: Andrew Newell Wyeth
My eyes grew weary from the heat filled room with eastward facing windows. The sun continues to turn my bed into a furnace as it shines through the glass during the hottest part of the day. As temperatures rise my eyes continue to gain more weight until they are too heavy to stay open. When my eyelids close out the sunshine all that is left is darkness.
The light kept out allows for a canvas of imagination. Dreams dwindling down the rope of the pulled curtain and left on the stage is the show. But, on this day I have discovered, even there you find me. My escape in my dreams, this hidden fantasy, a place where I can shut everyone out and welcome only those who are welcome, you find me there. You’ve walked into my room on this stage, entering the door as if it’s your own. I leap from the place I have fallen and land into the sea of your arms, until you melt away. You’ve left me on my own stage, in my own imagination, alone with you melted on the floor. Even here, in my own world, created with my own mind, my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams, you’ve conquered me. I’ve fallen again, not just in the reality created by all men, but here in my world, I’ve fallen again. I am a fool.
So I’ve awoke from this dream and found myself laying back down in this hot, hot, eastward facing room. And I will stay here, for if I step out the desert breeze will only fill toxic sand in my lungs. I am left with nothing but these dreams I no longer have control of. The welcomed, the unwelcome- entering in and out. I allow my eyes to grow heavy to avoid toxicity within the desert air, for the wine stained clouds that float above this house never pour. Leaving the sun to continue to shine in these eastward facing windows and leaving you, the unwelcome, to enter on that stage door.
C'est la vie 