Saturday, November 26, 2016

Heat






Miami

Slick white

in the early bright

Dark glass

with a little sass

Fun man

across the open land

Colorful nights 

filled with fleshy sights





Bad thoughts

smoking hot broads

Strong talk

Rough 'em on the walk

Ill conceived 

Hanging yellow weave

No need

to take it seriously





Draping palm trees

Golden smooth knees

Table full of chips

Thats another sip

Full house

A night without my spouse 

Daylight breaks

Life without disgrace 




Queen


Queen of the Desert

Across great landscapes we ride
towards a city lost in time
Through winds of torment
and seas of sand

You are still by my side

The scorching sun disciplines me
But by the camels hump 
I carry on 
And I will not subside

In our wake there lies
Treacherous lands
And cruel men
But for you, I will never rend

Mysterious woman 
You were once mine
Like a mirage
A figment lost to my dreams

My tired mind never forgot
And my pen
Ascribed your love into my heart
For time took you from me

But your spirit was never gone
For now we ride together
Through blistering heat
I see you now
Smiling back at me

Only the desert can contest
The fire that burns within my chest
And the deathly cold
I feel on these lonely nights

But I will never lose sight
Of the long lost city
For I know you await me there
My long, lost

Desert Queen 




Axes


Warm Winters

Its about that time again
when the winter coats
And my winters coat
goes on

I step out in the early morning
at the peak of dawn
The sting of the cold frost
comforting me

I trudge forward
crunching the frozen grass underfoot
Gripping my ax
Yonder into the sleeping forest

I inspect the fallen trees
looking for that special one
The one I know best
the one I will carry home

I find it right there
where its always been
And place my boot on it
and arch my back

I swing and I sing to it
the lullaby echoing through the trees
Melting the frost
and waking the deer

I collect the logs in one hand
and pace my way back home
to put them in the garage

I open the door to the familiar
Warmth that stings my face
And sitting at the table waiting for me
is a warm cup of cocoa
Still smoking