Deserted

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.

In a Jar

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.

The Choice

A fork in the road

_____________________

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.

_____________________

And yet,

I’d still rather take the path

Filled with second chances.

Prodigy

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.

 

Private Concert

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.

 

Runaway

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.

 

In the Air

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.

Re-Introduction

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.