Ashes that missed the tray
Symbol for a life spent...burning
Tar starts to build
That turns hard when cold
Sticky when warm

Young faithful stray enters
Sits in the normal spot
To whine and beg attention
Receives a pat on the head
Then walks away,out the pet door

Lit another smoke
How long ago was the last one
Five idle minutes
While waiting for water to boil
While inner being boils

Dust coats everything to the touch
The last winds while the windows where open
When living on a dead end street
The wind gets cornered
Then attacks from all sides

Loyal stray is back
The eye's for attention
Arriving after protecting outside
And making sure all is the same
After leaving just a few minutes ago

If it was so easy to find a place
Somewhere,something
To justify why
Why life turns the way it does
Why life turns in,sometimes,instead of turns out

Fill the cup with hot caffeine
At a time in the night that should be for sleep
Sleep...ya...sleep...
How would that be
To turn out when wanting too

Slow summer begins
Almost to late to start
Won't be enough time
Before starting to feel it end
Then,endure the harsh winter
That almost never snows
That will,does,continue to freeze
Everything within,that I know


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#89

Walked big city streets
In the rain
The snow
Sweltering summer heat
Watched cornerstones pretend
Sitting on foundations
Holding their girth
Pretending the sun warms them
Giving their cold truth away
With a touch

Walked big desert canyons
In the rain
The snow
Scorching summer heat
Watched mountain peaks pretend
Sitting on Earth's foundation
Holding the skies girth
Pretending the sun warms them
Giving their cold touch away
Being touched

How much trash in the cities gutter
In the lost
The forgotten
Smothering discards
Watched the fall
From slipping on life's banana peel
As the affluent and the apathetic pretend
Pretend that they are warm
Giving their cold truth away
Without a touch

How much trash in the gutter of the soul
In the regret
The unforgiving
Smoldering discards of love
Watched the fall of rotted bones
Slipping at life's old age
From remembering it all
As the memories commingle
At what was
What could have been
Pretending that there once was warmth
Giving away the cold truth
From never having been...touched


P.Q. 061811
#90

These two works are beautifull. You inspire me to improve my writing.

there's this old looney tunes cartoon where these two gophers are ever earnest and polite..and go back and forth eternally with politeness..it's a favorite of mine I think its called Lumber jerks-..you can check it out on youtube if you like *
I need more garden, more landscape, tapestry in my writing. Like said i'm inspired.

I especially like "So read your sunrise if you are young read your sunset if that is to be." I've never read your writings as if they could be sang, I like to sing these two would sound nice sang. It's great as one in love with writing when your pen 'sings'..good feelings.

Anew



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/19/2011 07:56PM by anew.

You are kind. Glad the sharing here is as it is. I edited my previous note of Lumber jacks that wasn't the right show title. Fare well

Caprice:


BROKEN
AGAIN

No,not again
Why can't this,THING
Stay in one piece
Just when you think
It's under control
Too late
It's

Broken
Again

Can't seem to make it work
Try this way
Try that
Every time I turn around
When you think
It can't happen again
It's

Broken
Again

Look,for what I am able to do
To try to make parts fit
Fit the way they are suppose to
You end up taking more apart
And getting in deeper
To your limit
It's

broken...
again

As you start to hurt
From placement that is,unnatural
Digging in the slippery basis for some hold
To place what you need to fit
Next thing you know
You have past your endurance
It's

broken...
again...

I DON'T GET IT
This should be an easy task
The more I fight it
The more I'm drawn down into it
It's not letting go of me
Losing my mind
It's

broken...
AGAIN

So,I have to think
How can I turn this around
What needs to be done
To stop this fight
I can't allow to be undone
Won't be able to live with myself
It's

BROKEN
AGAIN

And I'm allowing it to best me
Stand back
Stand down
Take a smoke
Take a break
Wait
It's

Broken
Again

Right
It's already broken
So tired of having to
Patch it back together
Baling wire
And bubblegum
It's

Broken
Again

But now,I've got it
For a one of a kind deal
A one of a kind fix
So,I do turn it around
Place it backwards
But

Now
Something else

As I try to remember
How should it all be placed back
While double checking
So as not to forget anything
I start to realize
How much it all means to me,how lucky
To be where I am,as I stand back
Checking one more time
Before the start
To finally close the hood
Call it good


P.Q. 032110
#60



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/21/2011 02:26AM by ghostshot.

They come just before sleep
Laid down to regain from the day
Mind starts to unwind
Words start to flow

Feel the emptiness,the middle of the chest
Feel the pit of the empty soul
The knots for the stomach
From never eating well

Thinking to remember
The words,lines
As they flow,perfect
Then waking up remembering,too much
Not enough

They where perfect
Words that flowed for all
How they all fell right into place
As if I was born to do this
Awakening,with nothing to show

How they help as some kind of lullaby
Better to make up things
Then to bring in the past
The past...past
Why can't it stay away
Doomed to repeat it

Not able to sleep
Not able to forget
Rise,to occupy some more time
As I look at paper and pen
Wishing to write for the age
As I look at my BHP in .40 S&W

Naw,light another smoke
Bring water to boil for tea
Watch the beautiful pictures of the screen saver
And stare
At what?
...at what...
At all of my minds images

I know it
I know what the problem is
Easy to look back
To dissect and rearrange
Thinking,'I'll never let it happen again'
But I have a hard time admitting
I am lazy

Everything to look back upon
How easy it was to walk away
To just drop it and let it flow away
As to walking out of an old skin
Shedding as a cold blooded reptile
And not even know
That I was adding a new rattle
Because I'm lazy

All those times watching it slip away
To have had more grip
To hang on a little bit tighter
Instead of watching a piece of heart walk away
It wouldn't have been so bad
But I stood there for a little while longer
And watched as you drove further down the road
And toss that bit of heart out the window

Because I'm lazy
My effort of nonexistence
So easy to cover ones self with pity
Other than to stand up and proclaim
That this was not going to be
Not going to allow this to happen
DAMN,DAMN IT,DAMN IT ALL TO HELL...
SHIT...just snapped a ball point pen in half
...wow...
Snapped a ball point pen in half

Dig around for another one
Hope and pray to be a different ink
...no...
Still writes black


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#93

anew posted:

purple with yellow gold shimmer on the outside
intense writing* and fun at the end.

thank you,sleep depredation...

Sitting with some old,long time friends
Talking of the absence
Of even older,long time ago friends
An understanding comes to mind
The life long trudge
Of an uphill battle
The never ending clash
To maintaining,'The Relationship'

All this time spent
Training for the final assault
Training...and training...training some more
Until it becomes rote

Have been
Wandering so far out there
For such length of time
Can't find which way back
From looking
...looking back...

Is it in the gut
The gut feeling...gut wrenching...gut tied in knots
Is it in the heart
The soothed heart...mending heart...broken heart
Maybe the soul
Bought soul...traded soul...spent soul
How about the mind
Mindful...mindless...out of my mind
You can't micro manage this
This is a one lump package
It has to be taken on as a whole...a hole

Forgot one more element
To make this complete
The spirit
The one thing to be held out until the last
For once that is gone
The whole bridge collapses...the hole
Without that bridge
For the relationship gap
It makes it very hard to tread water
The currents are fast
Unforgiving
As you are ebbed under
Slamming your head upon the rocky bottom


P.Q. 082811
#94

Gato_Preto posted:

I can relate with your last piece. Nice set of words and thoughts

Funny how you write a thought or two down,thinking you will build on it later...misplacing your work,your thought...finding it and find your thought was complete...


Thank you for your comments,input is very much appreciated.

ghostshot posted:

Of what should be remembered
What should be forgotten
There is a time and place for some
Some...replace time and space

P.Q.

Love this, well done !



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/26/2011 10:22AM by sithlordjp.

As the cold winter daylight starts to break
The clearest I've ever seen night stars begin fading
I wish for the night to continue on
My memories of other times won't let go
Will not let go of me
I hold on so tight
The air to my soul is cut off

As daylight begins
I wish for it to hurry up
Need the light to survive
To help push out some memories

I survey my damage...huh...my damage

The roads I travel
To the farthest ends of myself
Looking under rocks for what's left,of myself
The inner roads that I can't see
Because of the blinding storm

There's no soul to guide
No spirit for a hint
Staggering in the dark with the noon sun
Burning a day under the full moon

I survey my damage...all my damage
AS I...impale myself,with my wreckage
From the calling
Of so many ghosts

Smell the cold
Stiff...stifling grip
I don't want it
It's ever penetrating presence
Have to live with it
Won't let me be without

Cold snap memories
When looking forward
To the seasons change
As the world changes color
As I change colder

I survey my damage
Why lie about it
Just want to escape
Not be held responsible
No considerations
Not even to myself

Do we have to walk around with identifying marks
Can we not show ourselves
Without shoving it in others faces
Define oneself
With the sun
As it rises...I can't wait
It's to cold,too soon
As warmth slips from me
More each day

I survey my damage
What is it that I'm suppose to share


P.Q. 110311
#95

Nice to read your stuff Ghostshot

You folks are to kind,thank you.

I need to be sedated
Let this poison flow out of my body
Need to release this shaking tension within my ribs
Well minus one rib...anyways
All this bottled up inside,trying to get out
Even through the pores in my skin
It's to quite,my thoughts start to take over

I can't control it
I can't contain
I can't smoke it away
Coffee's not working,either

How long does this burrow in
Before it starts to burrow out
Some thirty year old piece of shrapnel
Finally coming to the surface
So long forgotten,can't remember where it's from
But,in the middle of the night
At the time that it's almost it's coldest
That long stretch before the dawn
You wake up with a large cry in your head
In that moment or two
Before you remember where you are
You remember
...and cry,inside,all over...again


P.Q. 113011
#98