Take Me
Take me...
I can take it.
My vigor is strong to the point I can shake it.
My broad, broad shoulders can carry the load,
like a lode of boulders on my back that can't break it.
There's always something to glean in continuing to exist;
always a miraculous appearance to experience.
There are shades of darkness, and I'm not one to succumb;
I'll take my chances against the One.
"A heretic a heathen, I'll be knocking on the gates of hell,"
Boxing and weaving the venerable Peek-a-Boo; shields impenetrable as the Philly Shell.
I'm your Huckleberry, and I'll shuck and I'll jive;
and battle till it all turns to rubble.
Cuz what the Devil doesn't know about me...
is I'd bury myself alive, just to prove I can handle a shovel.
The Hope Trope
Pomes and prosecco
reflect the echo
and hollowness of a love-lorn heart
Strawberries and champagne
ignite a new flame
that promise a fresh lover's start
Berries and bubbles
eavesdrop drunken mumbles
slipping from the lips of the jilted
Fruits and flutes
court new recruits
to a future that's already wilted
Since Stone Was Soft
She gleaned my soul...
long before the hardening;
long before the murder,
long before the pardoning.
Darkening skies
reflect no tears in her eyes,
and no matter how disheartening
my bone chilling cries,
she tries to save me...
and the love God gave me.
Now darkness and I
have grown apart,
sending my deep-seeded dreams aloft...
and this woman who's found me
has known my heart,
since the long-lost days
when that stone was soft.
First Frost
"I have been one acquainted with the night"
it spoke to my experience exponentially
and to my future so prophetically
it troubled me to feel that it felt so right
But on that same night I found a piece of peace
I found myself "Stopping by Woods on Snowy Evening"
I'm not sure any exhale has ever brought such release
and I'm not sure I've ever felt anything as freeing
The two of them together were like "Fire and Ice"
a strange dichotomy bisecting my life
perfectly framing me in a flawed nutshell
two paths diverged in a wood...but both lead to hell
"The Road Not Taken" was me blazing my own way
like a bullet grazing society on a course I'd never stay
but I'll never ever forget the desert of being lost
and I'll forever recall...when I found my first Frost
Fighting Fire
When I grow old,
and other men no longer see me as a danger,
will my soul be free of anger?
Will this chip still ride my shoulder;
will I always be a 'soldier'?
Or will my close-kept pride become a long-lost stranger?
I can't see it...my delusions prevent it...
and my fire may well be the death of me,
but well... I don't know any other way to be.
So as the accumulating years conspire,
to sap the strength that fills me;
they know they'll have to kill me,
to smother my fighting fire...
...I'm about that life.