yes, quite a while, in human years, since I posted any poetry on my blog. I started a new one because the last had 100 poems attached to it. Add to that the first blog of poetry I wrote and the total comes to 148. And I haven't even scratches the surface of what my flash drives can offer up.
Waiting
by breathing in its deadly scent
when the darker souls erupt.
that Jesus left behind.
rrw 1o-o3-14
Waiting
I can’t wait for the horsemen to
arrive
I do long to hear their bloody hoofs
beat against the bold, gray sky.I do long to hear their bloody hoofs
But I’ve learned to be patient
when the thunder prowls the night by breathing in its deadly scent
the lilac slumbering beneath
the change in seasons
while the sparrow sings of death.
the change in seasons
while the sparrow sings of death.
There are no graveyards anymore
just fatalistic churches pale as ghosts
no truths or lies left to explore.just fatalistic churches pale as ghosts
A few of us have mustered up
the common sense to run awaywhen the darker souls erupt.
We could walk awhile me and you
hand in crippled hand skipping past
those shattered corners of the world
hand in crippled hand skipping past
those shattered corners of the world
where the barroom lights refuse to
shine
on those of us the lonely ones the
onesthat Jesus left behind.
rrw 1o-o3-14
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