The shit storm came as advertised.

It said “It’s not my first.”

I knew my words had lost their way.

With few blessings for the cursed.

The umbrella store had closed her doors.

The winds did blow and gust.

Change was ripe and felt like rain.

Which settled in the dust.

With her eyes upon horizons.

I thought, ‘Best to ride it out.’

There is Golden in that silence.

And there never was a doubt.

Untitled…

I said I tried but I lied you know.

I know you know how that can go.

You were there with so and so.

They all knew the highs and low.

But I don’t do crowds so well.

I can’t buy what they sell.

I don’t believe the words they tell.

It’s all a game like Rome It fell.

There is this thing, I like good byes.

Fills my dreams with distant cries.

There is me and she is wise.

We fill our days with fall and rise.

I see something sinking here.

Drifting… gone away.

Sinking to that bottom there.

No more light of  day…

Lately, I’ve been drinking here.

I’ve had so much to say.

There’s been all this thinking there.

I have to turn to look away.

It’s just these dreams. That I’m thinking of.

Oh, it’s not what it seems. I don’t believe in love.

Standing here at skies edge there.

With nothing but today.

Walking there on that ledge here.

Don’t you look the other way!!

Some days I just get things right here.

When I hear the  song you play.

Moves me to where I can see you there.

And not look the other way.

You move me… You do.

You move me, you do.

Its just those dreams, that I’m thinking of.

Oh, it’s not what it seems. I don’t believe in love.

Hell came and left at dawn.

Bright colors ran away.

I rethought what I had on.

Faced my fears and met the day.

Shivers up my back are gone.

Memories had their say.

Changes spoke, I don’t belong.

Bright colors ran away.

I told you push comes to shove.

Run and fight another day.

I told you I don’t believe in love.

Bright colors ran away.

Repeat and rinse…

Steven Jacks died on Thursday in the morning a.m. at four.

He died while he was sleeping. He’s not coming back no more.

Maria is a social worker down at my daughter’s school.

Maria shit the bed today and she broke The Golden Rule.

It’s been that kind of week. I’ve been restless in my head.

Taking on all challenges. We just pray and bury dead.

Steven was a native. Walked barefoot in his pain.

He said he loved my daughter and she loved him back again.

Maria make fake smiles. And for her actions makes excuse.

She’s supposed to help the children and not aid in their abuse.

It’s been that kind of week. I’ve been restless in my head.

Taking on all challenges. We just pray and bury dead.

Charles Bukowski is credited with asking one of my favorite questions…

“Do you remember who you were before the world told you, who you were supposed to be?”

‘They never told me who to be. The world didn’t care enough, which by omission made me very lucky.’