How do I step out on that road?
Where the angels fall?
I want to catch them all……….
but I stumble and fall…
Where should I stand?
where will they land?
When they fall Lord,
when they fall into my hands…..
Here I stand,
here I stand.
Nothin’ more than
Just a man.
no plan….
just catch an angel…
Catch an angel
and let her go…..
I need nothing more..
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Stars live on,
sparkling their song,
while their dust covers my soul.
I lay waiting,
longing,
for your comforting hand.
Why have you gone on,
looking for another song?
Once upon a time,
when star dust was fine,
your breath blew it away.
Now I have grown tired
of brushing it.
Dust has swallowed me,
and tears have turned it to coal.
Blackened Heart,
Blackened Heart,
has lost me.
Your words now gone forever,
lost in your own mountain of dust.
Goodbye.
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Funny day,
Olive drab hay,
starched uniform.
Fall in Soldier,
Falling hammers,
and red unicorns.
What is a cold, cold war?
Where blood doesn’t run
and boys chase whores?
Where bourbon is free
on cigarette trees
in the land of Lourdes.
Lourdes, Lourdes,
Mother may I,
Mary pray for me,
as I watch her spell cup.
Mother may I,
Mother please…
Mother may I
C – U – P?
Laughter, laughter,
funny boy.
Off you go now
off to war.
No war, no war.
Just whore after whore.
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Tethered on a string
balancing this thing,
life hovering over me,
stinging, like a bee.
Hula hoops and slinky stairs,
Spok’s hand thing and elder stares,
Shame on you, Shame on you
cried the chattering teeth,
Click, click, clicking shame.
I don’t care, cried the lonely boy,
whose wolf came once too often.
Shame no longer points to sin,
for the wolf will devour him.
Cry, cry now, lonely boy….
“Fuck your chattering teeth”
cried I, morning after cyanide.
Fuck your shame and fuck your game.
Pick your bones clean – the wolf will.
But never find respect inside.
Cuz you have already died….
You lost something you
never gave away…….
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
A thimble to give,
an ocean to receive.
Life is gone now.
Resting where you lay.
Clicking, Clicking ….
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She had the big brown eyes
and a pocketbook smile
with a great big grin
wide as a mile
and I loved her.
She took me by the hand
said this is how you stand
if you’re gonna be my man
and say you love me.
Girl i loved you,
But I found her one day
just a playing away
in the back 40 field
where the horses played
and they ran and they ran
She had the big brown eyes
and a pocketbook smile
a great big grin
wide as a mile
and I loved her.
Then I saddled up my bronc
when I left that honky tonk
and the field laced daisies forever.
…and I got no baby now.
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Lord can you tell me why my body's still here? I'm watching this old earth spinnin year after year. The smile in the mirror is beginnin to look like fear... Oh my God, oh my lord, don't you know? There was a day as a younger man, I could find a row to hoe. Drink all night and work all day and find another place to go. I laid a man down and I helped a man up, and I raised a family. Dear sweet God don't you let me down when they plug me in the ground. Oh my God, oh my lord, don't you know? I done a little wrong and I done a little right, and I stood up for the meek. But I chewed that bacca and I drank that beer and I'll do it again next week. Oh dear lord won't you hear me now while I'm singing this out loud. There's a whole lot a' black upon my soul but there's a whole lot a' right I know. Oh my God, oh my lord, don't you know? Now I'm on my knees and I'm beggin' you please Lord just let me go. I've seen the world and what she has and I'm still all alone. Some times I wonder if another soul may have a care inside his heart. I've looked real hard and I'll tell you this, It's time for me to part, Oh dear God it's just time for me to part. . .. ... ..... ........ .............. ......................... © 2014 John Allen Richter .........................
Falling days, falling days,
falling faster and faster.
Like leaves from a late autumn tree,
spiraling down so perfectly.
I run and jump from one to another,
some days only catching an edge.
Pulling myself up I come to find,
It’s time to jump to the next.
Other days are more leisurely,
offering myself a moment or two,
to collect a few thoughts, or sing a song,
and then write them down for you.
A day’s a day in any way through,
Some are bleak, some are blue,
But this day was special, as I hope you’ll find true,
because these humble words get to meet you!
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The time I kill is killing me. |
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| -Mason Cooley | ||
Promises.
Drifting down.
Wind.
Tall grasses.
Waving softly.
Slow caress.
Tan to brown to green.
Waving softly in the wind.
Grass crowns bending.
Falling.
Seeds and promises.
Falling.
Lost into the earth.
Seeds will find their way.
Another grass.
Another wind.
Another wave.
Next year’s rave.
But promises,
are lost forever.
Grasses waving
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
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