Open Road

We stand against time

And life flies past us

 We drive down the highway

Hoping death doesn’t pull us over

But we can’t avoid him

Even if he by chance misses us

He won’t miss the grandpa

Slowing down in front

 Before we know it

We are slowing down ourselves

And we too reach our destination

And death has hold of us

But death isn’t scary

As we once thought him

He takes us by the hand

And gently guides us

Instead of flying down life’s highway

We stroll down deaths lane

We can breathe easy

And be at peace

As we let him take the lead

Grandpa

Like a mountain you have stood the test of time

 Weathered the harshest of storms

And the shakiest of quakes

You have been present to witness milestones

Of life and death

But like even the greatest of mountains

You too have fallen down

And returned to the earth

 From whence you came

In your wake

 There are polished stones

And precious jewels

Memories we will carry

To remind us of the monument you were

Like a small pebble in our shoe

You too will always be there

Because not even death

Can steal the times we shared

We are a quarry of your love

More precious because you cared

not very far from the tree

you cant escape them

the ones you call family 

and some how 

you will resemble them 

be it in your actions

or the way you speak

or you attitude in general

life will tug you away 

or draw you nearer to those roots

but you will never get far away 

from the tree that ripened you 

and fell you to the ground

broken vows

so i totally broke my promise to myself... but i have decided that im not going to  let that hold me back... im going to reinstate my promise with the intention of  fulfilling it.

resolution

 I solemnly promise for the next thirty days i will write something everyday and post it on this blog.

4/9/11

get the door

lock it tight

the dungeon 

is not place to be at night

blistering sores 

rotting disease

chains clanging

prisoners begging to be free

men weeping

for loves one gone

driven mad by deaths sweet song

but weep not more 

sad little man

death is coming to hold your hand

to take you away

from your miserable life

and place you somewhere

lacking strife

where you will sleep 

and awake feeling high
it wont be long 
soon

 the angels will appear

the ones that were rushed far away from here
the errors of man
there own sad little tune
the new songs being sung
bring close flowers to bloom
in all of this death has reigned 
and now life will begin again

ache

affronted by condescension

spoiling the fruit barely budding 

on the thorn crept greenery

that is my heart 

i give up dreams and hopes

foolish thoughts that meander 

here and there 

 memorable visions that aren't meant for me

i sweep up the pieces that fall from the hedge

into a pile to break the oncoming fall