Friday, September 28, 2012

Red. White.

It was about five inches wide
A bold blood red line
Trailing in the wind, against the shadow
Hiding from the sunbeams

Softened by yards of white
The red line carried wrinkles
Familiar ones; the ones you own
And a smell perfectly overpowering

It ended in a tear unplanned
Caused by a rebellious nail
No one told you. No one cares
 About a nonchalant birthmark

You wore that red for decades
And carried the white like burden
Your face became unknown and unfamiliar
In the multitude of reds and whites

No ceremony or announcement
Your departure was as silent
As your inconsequential arrival
All they did was leave you with your red

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Note #1

Hold my hand
Take me home
Gimme a life
A light in the dark

Sing a song
That calms me down
Speak the words
That speak the truth

Walk with me
Banish the fear
Stay with me
When the end is near

Give me a life
That is far from here
And I will give you mine
When it’s curtain call