Broken Bridges

Everything inside of me builds
Bridges to breaking points
One more vessel straining for air
Bursts forth in the deathly sea
Of this mortal incarnation.
Meanwhile I continue to dig
Trenches in the fabric of my life
Deeper i get the less I remember
To breathe and the more i seem to recall
Hurtful days of the flesh.
Million helping hands and I'd never reach
Out to the break of dawn
Breaking is for ones who stand tall
Die in the dark but i'll never bend
Never admit a weak human spine.
My mere humanity is a vessel for my humiliation
Tool to help with the degradation of self
All I know/want/love in life
Ends up in a crumbled pile at my scarred feet,
Mighty bridges fallen so far, so fast.

I must guard my heart
I can not let it go where it wills
It would be unseemly
You were but kind and friendly
To an old fool
Who hasn't known that much kindness
You caught me up in friendship
Stunning me with inner beauty
Long before I ever saw you
Your words fill this old fool
With delight and wonderment
For how can someone like you
Be my friend?
I am your knight,
And I shall be with you
In the old style of courtly love
Guarding you against ill will
Being your friend and loving it
And stepping aside when the one
You are promised to takes your hand
I am an old fool
And I must guard my heart..

No Worries Poem

Home again no worries.
Night school again no worries.
Another long day no worries.
Dirty dishes stacked no worries.
Bone weary numb no worries.
No job today no worries.
No sleep lately no worries.
Caffeine jangled nerves no worries.
Empty fridge yawns no worries.
Dead silent rooms no worries.
Noise from the street no worries.
Head in hands no worries.
Neighbors hear no screams no worries.
No witnesses no worries.
Go to bed no worries.
Bury the body deep.


No worries.

Like an Angel

Like an angel in disguise
She pulls a veil across my eyes
And she says, "There's a place I know"
"Where we can rest our weary souls"

And when the strain becomes too much
And you feel like you burn when you touch
She says, "There's a place I know"
"Where we can heal our heavy souls"

Like an angel without wings
She falls up when she sings
She says "There's a song I know"
"That can mend our broken souls"

And when two lights collide
And you feel you're along for the ride
She says, "There's a song I know"
"That can peel our painted souls"

A few months ago I stated,
About the Unwashed clan,
That there were many literary members,
Coming close to hand.
But now that theories proven,
With the likes of you,
But I won't leave out Kynes either,                                                   

I'm impressed with his work too.
The quality of the stuff penned here,
Is in it's glory days,
The things that I am reading here,
I, they never fail to amaze.
I think that a few of the Unwashed,
Have tagged the Literary Perk,
You guys contribute all you want,
You're doing some fantastic work.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz                      

Can't Keep Her

You can buy her flowers
Pick her up around seven
You can be sure that
She'll be home before eleven

You can take her out, but
You can't keep her, no
You can take her out, but
You can't keep her, oh

You park across the street
Walk her to her door
She says don't call her
She can't see you anymore

You can take her out, but
You can't keep her, no
You can take her out, but
You can't keep her, oh

And the day will come
When you'll confess your love
She'll look you in the eye
And say it's not enough

You can fall in love, but
You can't keep her, no
You can fall in love, but
You can't keep her, oh

Dancing under the mystic moon I sense the earth’s vibrations.
I move in a time and rhythm of the wind,
carelessly going, heedlessly heading
into that unknown.
With song in my soul, always dancing, moving,
searching for a partner.
Someone who knows the tune, follows my steps,
as we flow on unaware
harmonizing to a beat all our own.