Sparkling Service

It had been several months since I saw here face
She said it’s been a while and she’s glad I’m alive
She smiles as I smile
I rarely smile, yet I do in her presence
I notice the stars shining in her eyes
And the shimmer of her wedding ring
We banter, as bartender and patron often do
Two kindred spirits catching up on life
Never a forced moment; an easy conversational flow
She hustles to please thirsty patrons
But always makes the time to converse
We know a few secrets about each other
I think she knows what hurts me the most
My appetite is satiated, but I’m slowly dying
From a never-ending thirst
I ask her when she is working again
She replies every Thursday and Friday
I tell her I enjoy our talks as I take my leave
I think she may be my only friend

Convenience and Karma

She waits in line
Waiting. Is that convenient?
I try to make out her tattoo
But my vision is blurry
She bends her body
To pick up a denomination
And hands it to the clerk
Returning something that wasn’t hers
A rare feat by today’s standards
She says she was waiting
For me to say something
I tell her a story
She talks about karma
I pay for my cigar
And drive away
Fantasizing of her glory

Gratitude

Or Lack Thereof

I woke up today
With the rain coming down
And the Sun rising from the East…
The commute was pleasant
My mind was present
But my body ached to be free
I arrived at work
Seemingly a jerk
My displeasure an oral decree
A list of plans and demands
Have soured my disposition
I initiate a covert mission
The facility malfunctions
While the sun breaks through the sky
The rain has stopped for now…
Now I will eat in peace
All conversations cease
I turn to my loathsome assignments
I cry inside and I wonder why
How did I became so ungrateful?
When did I become so hateful?
Why does life feel so wasteful?
My attitude toward lack of gratitude
Is disgraceful
I’ll repeat a similar feat on Monday

Your Mission, Soldier

I’ll wait for you there
With daggers in disguise
To kill the courier
We have to stop the message
Before then rain down fire

They started this war
Trying to rule our lives
When will they learn
To welcome different kinds
There is no going back

My dream was to
Build a new world
For me and you
I’ll see them run through
Absent of guilt
Blood to the hilt

It’s been eight long years
Since I’ve been at peace
When the stars come out
I close my eyes and wish
For silence and relief

Peace is a lie
What happened to our words
When we could come to terms
Point the gun and shoot
Now all our points are moot

My dream was to
Build a new world
For me and you
I’ll see them run through
Absent of guilt
Blood to the hilt

The hounds have my scent
I have to keep moving
My mind is still strong
But my body falls apart
The sadness in my heart

Bones of the fallen
Littered throughout our lands
This was not God’s plan
It was the hand of man
I see his horse and torchlight

My dream was to
Build a new world
For me and you
I’ll see them run through
Absent of guilt
Blood to the hilt

Who will watch over our kin
When we are all slain
The King is deranged
I see eyes and fangs
Time to make the leap

My feet have one last trip
I know I will not slip
To train all my life
And end this war tonight
This is my destiny

A bright side to a dark mind

You give too much of yourself
I put my heart on a shelf
You try to pry into my lies
I misdirect with covert spies
You ask for me to be real
I mask the way I feel
You claim no hidden agenda
I have contracted love’s influenza
You say I am a difficult man
I suggest you have a backup plan
You want me to talk more
I want to run for the door
You actually give a shit
I need to take another hit
You say you cannot do this again
I turn inward and allow my demons to win

I thought the time was right
A bright side
Eagerly searching
A dark mind

Door No. 8

Don’t do it brother! WAIT!!!

So stubborn…
He pivots quickly and turns
Running blindly through poisonous fern

She went this way sister!

Too dark…too late…
She knows what to expect
What happens to him next
The echoes of footsteps
Dead carcasses on doorsteps
The sound of the banshee’s wails
A hex imparted by a wretch

I can’t see you brother!

He’s climbed the steps
Inching closer to the blood-red gate
The cries of mother
Having sealed his fate

The World is a Scary Place

I fear for you my boy
You’re not like the others
Do you know who I am?
Are you mindful?
My words are unlikely to resonate
Your development stagnates
So called experts label
Autism, Level 2, unable
To recognize human emotions
To understand kindness and devotion
I wonder if my sins
Have swept up with the wind
Strong gusts have brought us
To the shore of Autumn’s end

Solitary Senses

A new town
Without a friend in sight
A new home
Without a lamp to light
A new phone
Without a text to write

An old store
With rusty hinges on the door
An old rug
With aging hardwood floors
An old mirror
With vanity I adore

A new friend
Without a pot to piss in
A new car
Without the missing VIN
A new narrative
Without the proper pen

An old gun
With engravings degraded
An old lover
With feelings jaded
An old memory
With time has faded

Indian Springs

We sit on metal stools
Surrounded by nameless fools
Sipping aromatic libations
Discussing the big picture
Of God, of man, of purpose
Two Christians and an Agnostic
Delving into scripture

I don’t wish to fear God
I want to be inspired by him
We share personal stories
Perspective makes us cringe
We order another on a whim

What makes you happy?
Money is immaterial
In the grand scheme of things
Family, friends, and spiritual affiliation
Plays harmonious and soulful strings

Tales of darkness ties
The bonds of human suffering
Do you believe in nothing?
There are no lies
When honest men cry