Murder in More Ways Than One

Murder in More Ways Than One

Murder in More Ways Than One<–Want to Hear it? 

The story gets wilder, we can start with the child

An innocent baby girl with a beautiful smile.

Her mother and I met 15 years before

She arrived in a mess of emotion for sure

When she found out she was pregnant and decided to leave

She slept with her husband as a way to grieve.

I slept with a girl from the bar to relieve

The stress that lingered there is no reprieve.

So she said that she didn’t feel the same anymore

She closed off the emotion that we shared before

I was asked to leave before birth

For the longest, she down played

My over-all worth

Now, recently she called to break my heart

“If we can’t be together, we should be apart”

It took a bit, I may not yet be fully recovered

But I’ll be damned at what today I discovered

I can’t say what I think I might do should he hurt her

At present, her mother dates a man accused of murder.

In Case You Were Considering…

In Case You Were Considering…

In Case You Were Considering…<–Want to Hear it?

In case you were considering calling…

I’m falling for another girl.

I’m living in a different world.

The gold and the diamonds with the mother/ baby charm

Keep it…I mean no harm.

Maybe a tat on my left arm.

To replace the ring that I thought I’d buy.

When the knot was finally tied.

You and I, what a lie.

If the tears weren’t gone I’d cry.

If it weren’t for naught, I’d try.

Good-bye.

I wish to God that it weren’t this way.

But, I can make it from day to day.

Probably in more than one way.

Terrified angry sway

Part of you will always stay.

The best of me walking a straight line.

Mine by design but today I resign

In case you were considering calling, don’t I’ll be fine.

To Remain

To Remain

To Remain<–Want to Hear it? 

I look deep, see my reflection

My own, for this inspection

No one else, only God can judge me,

One prayer, “God please don’t begrudge me.”

I live by design, right?

Why is it that night seems to shine so bright?

I might be calm and collected

Safe and secure soundly protected

Frayed from the Nots

Afraid of the plot that plays out

In my mind when I define the line

That I despise, my spirit cries

To defy the daily grind

That I find so…completely unappealing

Revealing a common thread

That spreads amongst the gifted

Lifted to a new plain

To remain and arrive again.

Mainly to remain.

The Test by Which Many, Many Fail

The Test by Which Many, Many Fail

The Test by Which Many, Many Fail<–Want to Hear it?

Will I overcome the fantom forces that are bound and determined to overcome my will to do just that?

They volunteer information.

They cannot keep my name from their lips.

I silently ponder the retribution that I will never let myself find solace in.

I need not the spells and omens that some find appealing.

My words become truth. I am a prophet.

I wake up sleeping giants and beckon them to follow me into this tundra of shambles known to me as life.

I stare into night through rain and watch the wind carry smoke to the heavens.

Mumbling blessings on the ones that dare to combat me.

They will need these.

Not for things I will do, but for these things that will befall the ones that hold malice for…who I am.

I dance a million jigs and twist and turn to melodies that sirens sing to kings and queens.

I, one bystander smiling an enchanting smile.

While piles of wreckage begin to form just off the path that I trod.

My words and world are one.

My dreams it seems surround me.

I become mum as tenticles try to pull me into their grip.

I slip through. Do you?

Try to rise above the level you are on, because that level is for naught.

It is a test by which many, many fail.

The Life of an Outdoor Salesman

The Life of an Outdoor Salesman

The Life of an Outdoor Salesman<–Want to Hear it? 

Now he must work
He’s slacked all week
Thursday this jerk
Starts to feel meek

He starts to seek
The quid pro quo
Shortens the peak
Now off he’ll go

Something for, “Oh”
Now he can see
“I didn’t know”
Don’t lie to me

The curse of free
The life of sales
Focus and skin
As tough as nails

…at the bar

An Eintou 

…at the bar

…at the bar<–Want to Hear it?
Twisted

Now turned and torn

Scorn worn deep, I’m forlorn

Keep your grief away from me please

Speak of trivial things here

Fear not, just chill

Not now

Slowak

Jaberwocky style

Slowak<–Want to Hear it?

Slowak

A slowak in a darfrest
Frimee somawful
The gloyes, the rusleves
Even lafowling
What’s worse is when I’m lost
With no clue the way home

Slow Walk

Slow Walk<– Want to Hear it?
A dark forest
Frightens me something, awe.
Full glowing eyes, the russling leaves
even laughing and…growls
What’s worse? I’m lost
Where’s home?

Rambling

Rambling <–Want to Hear It?
Hello, goodbye…these times I try

To be more than I find myself in

Win, I barely play the game, I grin

I will be fine, I’m walking a thick line

Swaying to each side, I ride on the wild side

Next time I fall I’ll call all of y’all

I’ll tell what I saw on the wall

When the writing was frightening

It was blood and I bled

As I laid on the bed

Instead I was led to be fed

By the words said

To me in my sleep

What a heap of destruction

…Until next time

I climb with BLIND ambition

Perspective

Perspective<–Want to Hear it?

I walk in for perspective
And that’s what I get.
A whole class of people
Most of them wet.
One way or another
Drugs or a lover
Sweat drenched bodies
Vampires hover
Licking their sweet tooth
drops of Vermouth
Dry out the martini glasses
Provided to the uncouth
Karaoke is loud
Too loud for my taste
At least when the sounds off
The set up in haste
The only one with the guts
To get up and whale
Closes one eye to see
If he drives it’s jail
The most regular attendees
The restaurant employees
Seem to me to be rolling
Am I jealous or sympathetic?
I used to be one of these.
Now, I despise the dealers of dread
I’m not cool enough to maintain
The sight in my head.
I speak to an old friend
About what I see
He says, “The strong survive.”
That advice was free.
I walk to the pool table
I drop 15 balls.
I play a few games.
My stress level falls.
Drunk guy walks up.
“50 bucks a rack”
Am I scared or aloof?
If I won, I’d give it back
Three or four games in a row
I won
“If we’re not playing for money”
“I guess I’m done”
You were done when we started
I thought as I shook his hand
“Good game it was fun”
“Until next time, man”
Then I leave the debacle
Where I’m normally a part
I head back to the hospital
Where I left my heart
My family is sleeping
My dad is not breathing
The machine is working
Was I wrong for leaving?
Slowly he’s dying
We are all crying
In our own little ways
But is mine to pine
Am I self-defying
I walked in for perspective
And that’s what I got
Buck up or back off
Survive or rot.