A Chance Meeting

Meandering along the colorful road,

I sniff the scent of rosemary leaves

Drifting through the breeze to meet me.

How did you guess that number?

The cook asks you with a puzzled look

On his face. I picked it by random.

Let’s all settle down to a cup of tea

And a warm hearth at our feet.

The clock strikes a heavy blow

To the curfew of many little ones

And those that are only little inside.

Cover my trail with burning incense,

So no one can follow behind me.

I fight off sleep so frantically,

As I doze into a puddle beside the street.

A bite of biscuit clings to my teeth

As I sing a melody out of sync.

Only cocoons hang in between.

So something beautiful awaits

To be born again on a mountainside.

Called for Rain

I jump into overdrive to save the mile

On high I feel the breath on the back

Of my neck it’s not the same as it ever was

Don’t you wonder who has the key

To unlock the barricades before your heart

I do sometimes and I scream in the dark

Outer space inside my brain it’s silly so

Why try to be different? Why try

To make a statement? Everyone knows

The end of the story they all see the score

At the close of the game called for rain

Who’s to blame it doesn’t matter

It never did no sense worrying

The answer will come riddle or not

Plop it goes into the lake

It doesn’t burn it soothes the senses

We cuddle up we hold hands

You are mine and I am yours

Come with me to the ocean

Come be free in harmony

We will watch the sun set on our dreams

We will wait while it still seems

There is hope no swinging rope yet

It’s been around the neck

Of way too many too soon a tragedy

My Sweet Song

Moving around I hear a sound

I feel the breeze passing through me

I tighten my jaw I am completely raw

I don’t know what to expect no not yet

How can you say those things

They make my mind tingle with pain

Oh to be someone else to be a pulse

A bird’s brain to be a train

Oh to escape I’m always late to the party

I don’t understand how it gets out of hand

Every time I take a stand in rhyme 

It never ends I could spend eternity

Picking apart vocabulary to start and end

Right where I began it’s a vicious circle

A cycle of infinity so pretty

Don’t you wish you could return

To those things you earned

When you were strong in spirit and body

A melody a melodious song

From a tiny bird on a very tall tree

Don’t you wish you were somehow lovely

I do I wish it was true

I wish there was something real inside me

I wish I could be king for a day

A way of ruling over myself only

But I’m not in control I never was

I’m just a wuss I’m at the bottom

Of the food chain the top of the heap

I feel the rain falling heavy on my head

The bullets of lead inside instead

Then out the back the blood flows

No one knows what the future holds

We will be friends in the end

Don’t worry it will be okay my sweet

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Twilight dank swap realize ambrosia slip

Pumped never near mice lisp tricked kneel

Pieces licking swear Nile wrong meats ump

Knowledgeable gnarl flipped stipend Nerf

Leapt string tepid slots manger quartered

The Flow

A cage.

A blown out tire.

A rusty knife.

Vines tangling to a tree.

A slamming door.

A rainstorm at the beach.

A dark room.

A hand slapping the face,

Covering the mouth,

Holding up in front of the eyes.

A locked chest.

Moving crowds on a street corner.

An owl coming to perch above a mouse.

A blood curdling scream.

An empty house.

A calling from an ocean cliff.

A burst of light from behind a cloud.

A soft touch on the lips.

A cool breeze on a Fall afternoon,

Blowing red, orange and yellow leaves

From trees on a hill,

Next to a winding country road,

Approaching a small bridge,

Above a rocky creek,

With cold water rushing along

A constant path,

The rhythm of nature.

Breathing in,

Then out.