Through shuttered windows
I can glimpse her beauty
She’s surrounded by a haze of light
The grace she expresses glows
We all wonder at her strength
To hold herself up
Alone
Every night
Just for us
Watching over us
Silently sleeping in her wake.
These late night conversations are brief
But I whisper to her
Secret sentences
She’s longed to hear
Since the beginning of time.
“You are appreciated, even in our slumber.
Thank you for letting us rest.”
And through the shutters
She smiles.
Forced on an island
With no resources
Except my laptop
And the power of my will.
I plan
I learn
I teach
I scream…
I am alone
Despite being connected
Constant Contact
Back and forth
With no resolution.
Deserted, abandoned
My body
My hope
My will to continue this game.
Embrace my absence
As I embark on my own journey
Leaving this island behind
You will never see me again.
Bottled sand
With honey in the sky
Oozing in the distance
With the sun
Setting on the horizon-
What a sight.
Tip the bottle
Uncorked
And watch the
Sand, sea, sun
Tumble out in waves.
A fork in the road
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One beaten by low blows to myself
That showed me second choices
Aren’t that bad
When you can teach
The future
Even if you end up
Used, not working,
And without experience
Except pleasing your audience of one.
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The other path has sunlight streaming
Through forested windows
In trees as tall as my hopes-
The future
I always dreamed I’d have
Of big cities
And even bigger success
Lies at the end of the path
A prize to be taken
For taking myself seriously.
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And yet,
I’d still rather take the path
Filled with second chances.
Fate took control
A force to be noted
Unfolded from the start
Of an unknown tune-
A pick against taut strings
Rock the house of our future
Transforming into a dance floor,
Den of movement,
For which we travel through
Until the court rules
Whether our lives
Will be forever intertwined.
When you see the massive black headphones
Enveloping ears with the booming bass
And powering the soul with a newfound life force,
Imagine the concert taking place
In the venue between
An ever-changing dance floor
With a party that never stops supplying energy.
You can see the effect and feel its presence-
The music taking your pain away
Freeing your soul from the pressures of your life
And makes you unstoppable.
You can hear the emotion present in the tremble
Of staccato notes like hiccups before a breakdown.
Your judgment is worth nothing
To the power of music held within,
So push it aside
And enjoy your private show
Of an artist getting lost in their work.
Running away to L.A. under the shadow of the clouds
A day that I will never forget
I’ll be a runaway in L.A., my mind is set
I’m leaving today, a cloudy spring day.
I’m leaving today
Before I change my mind,
Before you realize I’m gone
And I see what I’ll be missing.
I’m leaving all of it behind.
Hollywood is dead, the stars are diminishing
The audience sits waiting, criticising, slowly killing them.
They need something new on the silver screen
And I’ll be the bright and shining star.
Hand me the script, I’ll captivate the crowd
Standing alone in the spotlight
Solitude- the way of life
For the runaway.
Welcomed by wires
Vocals and vibrations
Timbres, tones, tunes
Singing songs
Incorporating instruments
To create the sounds
That whisper sonnets in the air
Healing the hearts of broken lovers
And curing loneliness through the creation
Of a unity of individuals.
Palm fronds
Brushing against the house
With the persuasion of the wind
A caress from nature
Protecting the family inside
From the dangers of the world.
He saw her, the great white buffalo,
The only woman who had escaped Bill’s
Grasp. When she left, he had become defunct.
Seeing her again was like witnessing a child who
Was unaware of their surroundings, but used
Their childhood to
Their full advantage. A ride
That would end a
Lot faster than the watersmooth-silver
Of the moon on the horizon, or a lone stallion
Finding a new herd and
Feeling alive once more. Her eyes break
Away from his… onetwothreefourfive
Seconds before she realizes its him. Pigeonsjustlikethat,
She thinks as she moves toward him. As he stares at her dumbfounded. Jesus,
What was she about to do?
He
Was
A
Handsome
Man
But she had known men like him before and
They had never been what
She expected. “I
just want…”
I don’t know what to
Do, she shakes her head, I don’t know…
“All I know is
Right now is the only thing we have for sure. How
Do we proceed?” He stares at her a minute more. “Do
You know how long I’ve waited for you?
How long I’ve waited for you to look at me like
You never wanted to lose me again? Gazing at me with your
Gorgeous blueeyed
Soul.” It was true, he was now a man that had developed from a boy.
He had grown, he was mature. “I’ll be your Mister”
He grins and thinks, ’til death.