Flash Back



She reached out for me but I was too far-gone
Time and bottle had taken their toll on the soul
Left on bed in a mission for dead
She wiped my head to cool the fever
and save the body if not the soul

Maybe I should have taken the place in line
It was just another place another time
Spirit reeling from faith seeking hope
No better place to go


I reach for the sun and find the bottle tip and run
Regret is just a memory written in soul bit by a drum

Fire burns as strong as the voices running past the rhyme
In the mind of sowing weeds as seeds in rocks left to burn

I know in time I will change and become the riddle taken
Feel her like skin on me taking life like parasite breeding

Feeding a waste of lingering healing allows a mental breakdown
Stacked in rocks on a shallow grave taken to places only a mother could find

Chair rocks on the porch testing the boards carefully laid in place with love
No palace but a river of dreams coddled for the need reaching up to stars

Message in pages left in a book by coal light destined to be a keep in a book un-read
Worn as fingers find there way to heart kissed in whole method paid by the sound of rain left

As real as losing love as a window left unopened breeze touches more than body and soul
Wages of length stretched to purpose and wild write skips to fallacy tested and weighed as gold

Against the might of a hand tightening into a fist as strong as the hammer forming frame
Stage dark and cold n my pocket I find the stone holding it close reaching for breath it is taken

Redemption takes it purposes as the fall of place never destroyed the soul holds us in bondage at once
Road is cold as the dirt folds over in the wisdom of photographs of pictures in mint lives on burnt forehead

Furrows deep past rock and seed nothing keeping a solitude to hold and find position and place cast for future use, God has broken the mold, never to be used or pieced together, lack of value, life just a passing

White church on a hill covered in age and ivy reminder of a time when life was a place to live
Waiting fishes from a back water slew
Kisses from momma
Fresh corn from a field
Worms from a garden patch
rich in coffee grounds
and egg shells

Furrows deep and straight
plowed pulled by sweat
a beast of burden
with harness
A firm hand
and a better eye
straw hat made by Sherry

Trains a coming
mail by Fred's
milk off the ridge
eggs from the coop
Love free and truthful



No reason
we just
live