stuck in ghosts...

i been livin' with ghosts all my life
can't git rid 'uv 'em try as i might
even been to the bottom of the well
thinking nobody could tell
if i went all to hell
and back
but what the heck
i was just stuck down there up to my neck
in ghosts...
.
.
.

to be set free...

they say that love will set you free

but what about the likes of me

will i be freed to be the me of me

and if i show you how i love if i tell you how i feel

will love then take my own free will

will i be freed to love you still

as i do now

the moon tonight...

there's a lonesome moon

hangin' o're my bed tonight

do you feel it too?

these lines of mine...

do not think

that with these lines

my love for you defines

for my want of you

defies all lines

.

.

.

postcards from the caravan...words from the road...

in my dreams of you

i felt you there

with me along the way
soaring gently above

wings spread to the moon and back

gliding in and out of my thoughts

cradling me in the night

in my dreams of you

i felt you

* * *

it's painted all over your heart

you know the place

the place you go when love first starts

when it cuts through deep and sharp

it's written all over your face

you know the place

the place you hide from the race

when happiness leaves without a trace

* * *

do you remember when

way back then

we danced the dance

only two can chance

and you held me tight

all through the night

how i wish with all my might

that i'd just got it right

way back then

when we danced the dance

do you remember when

* * *

missed that first train
and the last train
then i found you
and i've been born again

* * *

now i lay me down to sleep

and in my heart i do thee keep

while my waking heart quietly weeps

for there it cannot you keep

* * *

if i had known you before

if i had shown you before

if i had loved you before

would it be different now?

well, i did

and i do

* * *

in the begin of time
you would be mine
if the seas did not us separate
if the winds did not whisk us apart
and if the heavens betrayed us not
you would be mine
till the end of time

* * *

it was a time of shattered souls and broken hearts

that time when we were ripped apart

a time of fractured nights

and days dissolved into oblivion

it is a time of broken souls and shattered hearts

still

* * *

i was lost in the dark

forgot who i was

then i found you

and i am

who i am

* * *

you're so far away
and i'm here to stay
send me a letter from home
i'm so all alone
pen it with your love for me
fill it with your lust for me
seal it with a kiss
i'm so all alone
send me a letter from home
from far far away

* * *

as i drove on my recent road trip

i scribbled little snippets in my notebook -

these are some of those -

enjoy

come lay with me...

come lay with me
in silent streams
sing to me the ancient dreams
whisper songs of loves regime

hear in me the unheard screams
that leave behind their silent schemes
then touch in us the one true theme

lay me down on gossamer wings
and fly with me to nights raw gleam
then taste in me the silken cream

come lay with me
till the gods redeem
and grant us grace in their esteem
come lay with me

 

 

 

this crimson vessel...

heart’s so full

of dark gray clouds
got me in its pull
wanna scream out loud
                 
but sound don’t come
to a heart heavy as mine
thoughts turned numb
stayin' alive just to pine

seems the skies above
feel the same bleak way
weepin’ my loss of love
drippin’ sadness night and day

rains come down
deep into my soul
so ‘fraid i’m gonna drown
and it stings me so

trickles down thru my flesh
strippin’ ‘way all that’s left
leavin’ nothin’ but an empty mess
like a sneaky sinister theft

winds of despair
leavin’ my mind tossed about
can’t rebuild can’t repair

this crimson vessel full of doubt

walkin' the blues...

you ask about my words

words of sadness
of heaviness of haunting
cloudy words
words colored with the blues


their sounds of sorrow
come from the shadows
of those dark streets
where the sun don’t shine
where love is a one-way
dead-end alley
the heart’s barren tenements
testimony to the emptiness
of lonely days where
the only defense from
the elements of reality
lies in the black cloak
of endless nights
the only light beaming
down from last years
twinklestars in the sky
james dean walkin’ down
in times square
that’s no longer square
just a closed circle
no way in no way out

and it’s true i feel haunted
but aren't we all
haunted
haunted by someTHING
someONE
by ourSELF?
from this life or
another life
haunted for sure
and threads of that haunting
trailing along with us still
leaving a legacy to be told
to be spoken
to be woven into words
haunted threads
waiting to be woven into words
and when the weavin’ is done
displayed for all to see
to feel to taste to hear
words


yeah, i’ve walked those streets
the streets of the blues
saw you there one night too
walked those blues
most of my life
know the neighborhood

like the back of my hand
the dark empty streets
with the harmonica wailin'
from the shadows
the streets of the unfulfilled
the unrequited the unlived
the avenue of unlove
the avenue of unlife
still walkin’ those blues
right beside you


[inspired by roger, trevor, nevine, trish 02/13/2010 - 
to whom i  again send much gratitude and love]

travelin' woman...

hey, travelin’ woman,

where you been?
you play that mandolin?
            wandering here
            why i don’t see you ever’ year?

travelin’ woman,

whatchu done seen?
why, you can’t be more’n eighteen-
            wandering there
            you sellin’ them wares?

travelin’ woman,

whatchu been doin?
you gotcha some tattooing?
            wandering everwhere
            you seem to walk on air

travelin’ woman

twisting on yur pretty gold fan
all them bracelets danglin’
jinglejangling

red skirts blowin’ in the wind
black hair standin’ on end
hips swayin’ to the tamborine
lips like big round tangerines

 

travelin’ woman,

you one of them gypsy queens?

what good these lips...

 that cannot kiss

his

simply...

 

when i think of you 

i do not think
of your being there
of my being here
i simply think of you

 

the pretty little girl and the hen...

there once was a pretty little girl
with a head full of long ringlet curls

satin ribbons and bows adorned her long hair
she much preferred just going all bare

the mother dressed her in crispy white frocks
pretty white sandals and sheer sheer socks
 

layers and layers of ruffles she wore
she hated it all when she was but four
    
staying inside was not her thing
she’d much rather be out on the big rope swing

pleasing the mother though was what she did
after all, she was just a little kid

then one day the mother left for a while
and out the door she raced with a smile

under the big oak tree she did sit
playing in the grass she could not quit

she sat and sat and wiggled her toes
and watched the clouds row after row

dreaming and floating and dreaming some more
all she wanted was the mother to love to adore

she thought if she had just one special gift
the mother’s dark mood surely would lift    

she loved the chirps of the little birds
if only she could sing without words

so she blew and blew and blew again
before she knew it she heard a sweet strain

again and again the sounds whispered through her lips
now she’d surely win the mother’s kiss

pleasing the mother was what she wanted to do
after all, she was just a little kid who needed love too

then the mother came home to her delight
and with her gift to make things bright

the little girl whistled and whistled with all her might
but the mother just looked down with her mouth all tight

 

and said to the pretty little girl

with the ringlet curls

a whistling woman and a crowing hen
always come to a very bad end!