Poetry A Sampling

Longer shadows hiding me in the downing of the sun

On a long lost road haunted by the deeds there done

Come this way and you will feel the darkening gloom

Pray shed a lonely tear for those here gone too soon

I was the devils dancer a demon on this oft traveled road

I had the hardest heart the maker of many an evil day

I was the ebon blight that made the red rose black

An unrepentant soul others paid for what I lacked

I took what I did not earn this ground ran blood red

Never heard their pleading words I'm the keeper of the dead

Listen for the mourning pipes singing a dire lament

For all those unwary souls to heaven’s gate I sent 

Their share the bad will pay just a it has always been

A bane was I upon the earth, base and wrought with sin

Caught was I brought down beneath the full moons glow

Neck stretched on this very branch the devil took my soul

I am the dark to dispel the light

I am the shadow in Halloween's dream

I am the ghost you think you've seen

I am the night

You can feel my heart

Like the roar of an ocean

Though I've been brought down

I'll still coming round

I know I'm not done yet.

I kept running into a wall

One built on the end of my dreams

Like I couldn't win it seems

Like I had no chance at all

Oh I may just tire

But I know that's not true

Everyday given is new

I can set my soul on fire

You can feel my heart

Like the roar of an ocean

Though I've been brought down

I'm still coming round

I know I'm not done yet.

Life can be a burden

That will test your will

Every road a hard one

where the blues instill

You may hurt you may cry

What comes in a new day

Could change everything

Take the tears from your eyes

I'll put my eyes to the sky

Where my thoughts can fly

Like an eagle way up high

And know I'm not done yet.

Ramshankle vassel

reluctant roadie

disheveled and whistling

a rock and roll carny

with dark shrine magic 

Running with the pack

underpinning in shadows 

waiting sinless for key words 

another major epiphany

forgiven in the key of Bb

All the failures justified

inconsistent and embellished 

meaning transcended at 3am

for sweaty repetitive purpose 

back always to the wind

Sixteen staccato beats drum

to fretful measured dreams forgotten

dancing to lies - romancing strangers

pretty half-clean fat bottom-ed girls

stay-ing a little bit longer

Motels - green gel

cold pizza and Jim Beam

in iced Dixie cups

caught up and drawn

into a Krumb cartoon

Coming in the shabby ass end of towns

where the dirty stuck people live

those unaware of a b-bender Fender

of being wah wah defeaned

camping with silent amps

Road rumbling numb

counting train cars and bars

weary of building impermanent 

light blinding - high decibel-ed temples

while waiting for sanity to return