March 6, 2018

Four Trees:

Four Trees:

Two paths ahead
Where do they lead?
One went to heaven
The other hell

The entrance between
Those two paths
Were guard by
Four trees

Once you passed
You’d never get back
That was their job
You see

February 8, 2018

W.E.P. In too Deep:

W.C. 346

In too Deep:

I’m in too deep
In madness I write
I’m up late hours
On the darkest of nights
Thoughts are roaring
Throughout my brain
I have little hope
I’ll not go insane

I’m in too deep
No love have I found
There’s too many things
I'm working around
A short prom I’ll write
No long one to read
I hear you all say
Give us a break please

I’m in too deep
So give me some time
I’ll send you unconditional love
In a story type rhyme
Love conditional or unconditional
Man that is a hard one
I think it's a little of each
Or then maybe none

I’m in too deep
I say with a sigh
I’m sure you’ll believe me
No way would I lie
I’d love you if you’re
Red headed with green eyes
I’d love you if you’re
A lot taller than wide

Would I think it’s too deep
if lots of money you had
and no kids running around
calling me stepdad
I’ll love you if you think
My mother is sweet
This poem is half through
So hold on to your seat

What is too deep
if you have very few bills
can you make our love
A whirlwind type thrill?
I see the same conditional
Things every day
there's a few unconditional
I beat we could say

Would I stretch it too deep
To say sunsets, and trees
but I’m betting you'd say,
“God spare me please!”
Now think about this,
For its not hard to do
some people find love
A love that is true

That’s too deep
Most of you’d squeal
No way could people fall
in love head over heels
Yet it is those people,
With a love that’s on fire
a love that we want
And have always desired

I’m not too deep to say its better
Leaving birds in a tree, than,
let any of them go make
A mess in your hand
Now if you’ve read this
I’m in pretty darn deep
And it's your comments
that I seem to seek

January 20, 2018


Shadows of pain
Ripping at our souls

Shadows hiding
afraid to be seen
Shadows darker than
a moonless night
Shadows only seen
in the mirror of life
Shadows owned 
by the wearer

Thanks to another I have this new post.

January 11, 2018


When faces smile
I see shadows
hiding in cracks
of darkness, deep
within their souls

Yet I know
I have seen
that face before
in my mirror
looking at me 

January 8, 2018

Ashes and dreams

Ashes and dreams are they not the same?
Are they not what once was or might have been?
Before we lived as if tomorrow were here
Bringing false hopes to a life of things never to be
Can we not look back and see old dreams crumbling?
Cursing the pain of reality that fired our souls
Doubtful we'll know the truth for we have yet to see it
Doing only what our dreams of ashes sought
Easy losing the hope we have held so close
Eluding our own reality, trying to make it come true
Finding no hope, power or dreams -- just ashes
Forged by the sins of unrighteous self pity
Guided along by some misbelief of needs
Gone are all things that made us who we were
Having nothing left, we turn back within
Hiding from all of those that would try to help
Intending to get a grasp on what we know
Instead, we tried for things unreachable
Just to fill the void left by dreams long gone.
Juggling the white ashes of our lost youth
Keeping none away from the winds of time
Kidding no one of this ongoing internal battle
Lodged deep in our blackened, burned-out soul
Laying blame upon all we find within reach
Making their lives feel the sting of our pain
Mulling them over and over in disbelief
Never trying to break this chain of false dreams
Nor stop the fire that burned our dreams to ashes
Only trying to hold things we know will never be
Or give up and slide deeper into that darkness
Perhaps someday we’ll live without our dreams
Probably we’ll just die never knowing or understanding
Questioning ourselves if we have taken the right path
Quietly treading on blindly to places not yet known
Rarely understanding what we’re even looking for
Running away from that long sought after truth
Surely we are not so lost within our own self pity
Such inner voices will never reach our ears
Telling us to pull out of this abyss we have entered
Taking us deeper, deeper into our mindless realm
Using old dreams of used ashes to control us
Until we’re totally lost in this world of fantasy
Void of thought and sound, we walk deeper
Violating everything we hold to our hearts dear
Wondering not only how this happened but
Why we did not see it coming and step aside
X-ing ourselves off the list of a life of happiness
X-raying each cell thinking it’s a cancer within us 
Yes, we go on and on asking why we are like this
Yet until the end is near, we will not know as we
Zealously search for what is never found until the
Zero hour, then and only then, are we handed
An ending to this life of madness
Ashes and dreams are they not the same?

January 1, 2018

Dear Muse:

Without my shovel
I could not dig
Still I longed for the ditch
To feel it around me
To be one with it
But without my shovel
It's nothing but a hole

Without my pen
I could not write
Without my mind
I could not dream
Without my dreams
I could not feel what
I write upon this page

Please hear these words
I've uttered from deep 
Within my very soul
For you’ve brought me 
From the beginning 
To this ending, yes
You're my shovel


Not all see their own soul within
Nor knows how to question why
They live in the darkness of their minds
Held there by the multitude
The blind Self-righteous conformist
Bent on keeping the untruths alive
We’re afraid to venture off the path that
Was built by self-centered hypocrite
Binding us to our fear of non-conforming
Blinding us from the truth within
Until we become the conforming
Hypocrites and bearers of the untruths

October 26, 2017

? Love:

Love, who understands
Named by millions
Misused by more
No two the same
Yet we seek it
Long for it
Even kill
In hopes to find it
If by chance we do
We’ll toss it aside
Lost in some concept

Never finding the truth

October 17, 2017

Satan's night out:

This night be dark
Our moon is full
My master Satan
Has all his tools

His tongue was sharpened
With words to please
For your soul he’ll
Take from thee

We demons roam
Both far and wide
On this his most
Hallow night

Dress up like
What you are
For your now
In his back yard

I hear screams
From those who didn’t
Heed my pleas
Now we demons feed

          Jack looked at the note Raven had passed him:  I need to talk to you. For God sake please meet me in back of Saint Mary’s before the party. 

          Great. I go out with her one time a month ago and now she thinks she owns me. Why in the hell did I let the guys talk me into dating her?  “She likes you, Jack.” “She is easy.” “She’ll date anyone.”  Just then a piece of paper hit me. What the hell! Is this note day or something?  I unfolded it was from Bill.  Locker room after class.

          I followed Bill through the Locker room door and before the door could even close he shoved me against the wall.

          Bill had fire in his eyes and started yelling. What have you done? Do I have to lead you around everywhere by the hand like some little kid?  JoAnn just told me Raven is pregnant.  Don’t you know what a fucking rubber is? The morning after pill?  Shit, you’re the number one goalie in the state and I’m the number one defender.  Do you think R.O.U. will pay you extra to be toting a kid around?  Much less a wife.  She is going to have her hand so deep in your pocket.  You do remember what the R.O.U. scout said?  The two of us- not you, not me, not one without the other. Fuck, just stay away from me you, ass hole. Bill stomped out of the locker room.

         What in the hell is he so worked up about?  Shit, it’s not like her kid couldn’t be anyone of the guys on the soccer team.  I know I was not the first or the last.  I’ll tell her she it’s my word against hers.  Everyone in town knows what kind of girl she is.  They would never believe her over me.

          Raven could see Saint Mary’s across the street.  She had put on her nicest dress.  She wanted Jack to be as happy for her as she was.  She had always wanted a baby and why not Jacks baby.  For years she had a crush on him.  She know he lived and breathed soccer.  That is all he would talk about in school.   She would not take that away from him.  They could live together at the dorm then after he got out of R.O.U. they could get married.  No one needed to know but him.  Some of the girls keep asking her. They didn’t know.  All she told them was she was going to live with a sick Aunt up north for the rest of the school year.  She thought she saw Jack wearing the devils costume.  She kissed her father goodbye and started across the street.

          Bill watched her go behind the church.  Hell, Bill and Jack have been friends for too long to let some slut come between them.  When he got home he’d call Jack and tell him what he needed to do so Raven would never bother them again.  If Jack just had the balls to do it she would never tell a soul whose kid it was.  Bill took his little brothers hand and started up the sidewalk to Raven’s house he heard it was going to be one hell of a party tonight.

          Raven saw Jack over by the Oak tree. When she placed her hand on his shoulder he spun around and placed his hand over her mouth pulled out a large knife and with all his might he sunk it as deep as he could into the tree next to her head.  Now tell someone whose baby you think it is.  Then Jack turned and walked away.

          Crying uncontrollable, Raven slid down the tree.  Raven turned her head just enough to watch Jake walk away.

           “Are you okay, young lady?” a soft voice asked Raven. 

          Raven looked up and saw a three foot tall person dressed like a lawn gnome.  “Do I look okay?  The father to my baby just tried to kill me.  I hate him I wish he was dead.”

          The Gnome looked at her.  “Would you give even,” then he smiled and leaned in closer and whispered something in Ravens ear.

          “Yes, even that!” Raven cried.

          Jacked had just stepped out into the street when he heard the tires squealing and felt the car hit him.  He felt something hit him in the back and his body wrapping around it with a loud crack.

          Raven’s father saw the whole thing even Jack hit the fireplug.  From the way his head hit his feet he knew the young man’s back was broken and he was dead before he slid to the sidewalk.  Raven father ran down the steps to check on the man and his shoulder hit someone.  Bill flew backwards off the steps and landed on his back in the flower bed.  Bill started coughing up blood. He looked down to see one of Ravens Garden Gnome’s head sticking out of his chest looking back at him.

          Raven stood up and started laughing.  Jack got what he deserved.  All she wanted was to get out of this damn town.  Now all she has to do was lie to some other dumb ass jock about being pregnant and sucker him into getting her out of here.  She heard low growling behind her and turned to see four demons within inches of her. They looked hungry and were smiling. She tried to scream but it was too late.

         You could hear laughter in the wind. “Yes not just one but all of their souls.” 

1003 WC

August 15, 2017

My Words:

Words are all I have
To put upon this page
And tell you how I fell

To let you see
My heart and soul
And what to me is real

But you’ll never know
What’s inside of me
Are view it through my sight

So just tag along
On this ride of mine
To see what you might

You could know joy,
Sorrow or pain then say
He’s written this just right