The Drinking Jar

The Drinking Jar 1/28/2015

It was cold

So I slept in my clothes

Covered up

And freezing over

In cold, clear, Carolina.

Rubbing my eyes

And stumbling forward

I guzzled coffee

Brown, and bitter

In deep, dark, Carolina.

A couple more days

And I will drive home

Burning through the memories

Stretching out behind. 

The wilderness calls

But the swamp keeps it’s secrets

As my mind drifts

In old, haunted, Carolina.

Take me back

And let us drink from jars

Laughing at life

And singing in a circle.

Let us embrace

And never let go

Hiding behind a white column

In warm, sweet, Carolina. 

Sliding downward

In our heads

We all need a moment

To think and recapture. 

It is happy

And it is sad

Like an old friend

Poignant, loyal

And poetic Carolina.      

Away

Busy this week, will write when I get a chance.  

Ambient Stream

Ambient Stream   1/23/2015

Drilled down

And filed away

Only to be covered over

Will secrets and lies. 

We are driven

And then we are used

As victims are lured

And cut off at the knees.

Some think it’s better

If they never look to long

As they calmly smoke a cigarette

After soaking up the blood.

But if you want to see

Then you have to question

And if you want to change

Then you have to seek.  

You can think this way

Or you can think that

But if you can’t see the problem

Then nothing will work.  

There are many things

That no one has heard

Explained away and hidden

Right under your nose.  

We know but do nothing

And we feel but swallow it down

Sighing outwardly

And dying inwardly

Another day up

And another day down. 

Someone else was taken

And someone else was lost

All of it unnecessary

And all of predictable. 

Protected by the thinnest of margins

We live in decline and decay

Blind victims of vanishing morays

And sunk in the canal. 

We hunch our backs

And lower our heads

Stumbling forward

Into the valley. 

A hole in the wall

A hole in the wall   1/22/2015

It is true

That a lot can happen

Just before the end

Especially when its predetermined

And the fix is always in. 

It took me a long time to know

That I, was the broken bird

Helped along in the sky

By others greater and stronger.

The blows come

Hard and heavy

Crushing our spirit

Like a weight around the neck.  

But though we be

Sick and gray

A part of us remains

Inwardly strong.  

I dug a hole in the wall

And made my escape

Tunneling out under

Guilt and regret. 

My wings are healed

And now I can fly

As I ride the current

Swift, sure, and high.

Reality matters more

And the truth most of all

One in the same

And true every day. 

That is what

We should lean on

Just as good today

As it ever was.  

 

So let them spin the cylinder

And play chicken with God

Gambling with eternity

Proud, dead, and dumb

Let the liars lie

And hate in their hearts

Past, present, and future

Until the very end.  

They have crossed the Charles River

And now comes the call

Wake up

And get ready

You, me, and all.   

Ice High

Ice High 1/21/2015

The silence is everything

And nothing can break it

Like a secret long buried

Under miles of ice.

Don’t ask me

If it is fair

Because you already know

That it’s not. 

Suppressed, and hidden

In the blackest shadows

Are the reasons we endure

And suffer.  

God gave us everything

But we always want more

Taking credit for everything

And thinking of ourselves.

I have been far away from here

In another time and place

But where ever we go

We are always the same.  

There is always war

Acknowledged or not

And there is always murder

Hidden and done.

Obstacles are removed

And secrets buried

Just to keep it quiet

And keep us, as fools. 

In my dreams

I have been there

And in my heart

I have known. 

Good, and evil

Worry, and waste

Deep, dark and secret

The one and only cure.

Eternity calls

But who will hear?

Too busy being scared

And hiding underground.

Fearless and free

The good and the courageous

Now more than ever

Authentic and undefeated.  

Hated, hunted

And shot in the back

One and all

Hidden and dark. 

Nothing is, at it seems

But the truth is screaming in our ears

Watching everything

And knowing nothing. 

Find me

And I’ll find you

Know me

And I will know you. 

God is still bigger

And that is best of all

Because he watches all

You, me, and them.

Louder

Louder  1/20/2015

Is it luck

Or coincidence

That if you stretch out your neck

Someone will chop it off.

The most dangerous enemy

Is the one behind

The one you did not know

Hungered for your life.

Many eat the food

Set in a dish

Gobbling it up

And begging for more.

But more and more

Even fools are awakened

As the math adds up

Two, four and six.

You can see it

And you can feel it

Underneath the lies

The spreading of knowledge

And truth. 

We hunger for what is real

And eat whenever we can

But the fix is always in

Predictable and bland.

Rehearsed and predictable

The winners and the losers

A make believe fairly tale

Masquerading as real. 

If you can think

Then you can imagine

But if you can grow

Then nothing is impossible.

The hard work

Is ahead

Because evil never sleeps

And never gives up.  

Hiding in the underbrush

And waiting to strike

When we get bored

And we get tired.

Underneath the drama

And behind the hashtag

There remains the narrative

Relentlessly moving

In only one direction. 

As individuals we know

And as a group we try

With what little we have

In spite of lies.

But often

Even many voices

Are ignored

As if it never happened. 

The message is clear

That it does not matter

In the hopes that you will go

And calmly disappear.   

But my money

Is on the rebel

Sticking around

Longer than expected.

Rising up

And opening his mouth

With everything to gain

And nothing to lose. 

Against the grain

Pushing up
And pushing out

No matter how useless it seems

Or how much they are attacked