Thoughts on HeavenHearing those horns play, that easy Reggae strum on the guitar, the sound of the bongos with a steady hip hop beat in the back ground; I imagine heaven sounds that way. You can’t help but groove to it. It just happens naturally.Thoughts on Heaven by Jaybird101
Watching the smoke bellow from the pits; it fills the air with the scent of oak and hickory mixed with red pepper, garlic, and onion; maybe that’s what heaven smells like. If not, it should.
Sipping on my favorite Irish whiskey, a good woman by my side, she gives me a warm smile with eyes that don’t hate. Surrounded by old friends laughing and cheering “Brosk Man Bruda”, we’d say before tapping the table and downing the shot. Maybe that’s what heaven feels like. If not, it should.
Stay the CourseThis time it was all on her. She made the choice and I respect her for it. After all, it was for the right reasons; kids, job, and the fact that we weren't really going anywhere.Stay the Course by Jaybird101
This is the way of things and sometimes we have to sacrifice. I actually love her more for it. A woman with her priorities straight. She is amazing and I am going to miss her, but we have to stay the course.
No PoetryToday I’ll write no poetry. Instead I’ll simply write. I wish I could speak with a broken heart, but today is not that day. Life is made up of things you expect and that which you cannot see. Well I saw this one coming a half mile away.No Poetry by Jaybird101
The real tragedy is that I broke her heart over circumstances outside of our control; snakes from the past slithering up, skeletons tumbling down. It was all the things left undone. Things I could not master.
Now I must figure out where to go from here. I step freely without direction. I'm not even sure how to be single, out gunned, out played, and inexperienced. I shy away from conflict and complication. I speak not through corny pickup lines or cheap compliments for thrill. I just say what I think is real. Then I pretend I'm ok.
I guess that about sums me up, but I'll take it a bit further. I am wild, but somewhat shy. I am a deviant, but also reserved. I am a freak, but a gentlemen as well. Are you starting to see the pattern yet?
Little IngenueBorn with wanderlustLittle Ingenue by TheLunaLily
imprinted on her
beautiful star chart,
like the freckles that
dot her sun-soaked skin;
her heart's wild as the
red tangles, snarled
like brambles, coiled
like crowns, twisting through
her autumnal hair.
No one can convince
her, she will always
that Wonderland lies
beyond the next bend,
no matter what road
her capricious and
should choose to travel.
They say she is fey,
and she believes them.
She dreams of faeries
that take her away,
(it's the second star
to the right and straight
on till morning) to
fly on wings that Fate
forgot to give her.
PaleThe crisp bright colors of summer, drainedPale by Bark
a pale imitation of themselves
Winter colors in early August
Illness and death have touched too close once again
A summer cut short, grey sky days, every day a Monday
I sit and smoke, and wonder if I've faded as much as the world
catoptrophobia, the abyss yawned with my lipsi have no need of enemies outcatoptrophobia, the abyss yawned with my lips by sleepysheepdog
to steal my throne; i sit on
piles of panic attacks and a
pulse quickening like sounding church bells
like a collector counting his
pinned butterflies faster and faster,
consumed by the stunned stillness
of each little body stabbed through
the thorax. my lungs hallucinate,
begin believing they are rabbits
caged by the roots of an old tree,
they buzz with flight, they launch
themselves headfirst against the
bedraggled heavy ropes and rupture
on repeat until i breathe in tremors,
a shiver chasing a gasp; an hour or
three and i drag beseeching eggshell
fingers over my temples and whisper
calm down calm down calm down,
and i know with the momentary sobriety
of the possessed: a demon couldn't
damage me half as much as the thing
inside of me.
The Hottest 30 DaysThe traffic never bothered him until he had nowhere to go.The Hottest 30 Days by RussianTim
It took two hours to get across town and he forgot the applications.
There wasn't snow on the ground, so he pulled over
and parked in a tow away zone. He walked around
the center of that city and thought about his father standing in line
with him at the Hartford shopping mall twenty seven years earlier
in the town where he grew up.
It's Christmas time and all of the other children are
pissing themselves with anticipation.
Over the scent of plastic evergreens and candy canes,
his father still smells like motor oil and top shelf bourbon.
The closer he gets to the obese man in the red coat,
the more he shakes with fear. Tears well up in his eyes.
Right before it's his turn, his dad pulls him out of line and
they walk quietly back to the car.
His dad doesn't turn the heat on or bother looking in the rearview mirror;
"Don't make me leave w
I’m a middle aged white boy with a past, present, and god willing a future. I’ve lived hard and fast most my life and now it seems I’m tired. I work for a living and play on the weekends. I enjoy Nascar, beer, BBQ, and Bourbon. I love punk rock, Rip Hop, and Reggae music and I don’t do much without them. I enjoy tattoos, the bar scene, and my night life in general (though it’s hard on me sometimes). I try not to cause problems for anyone and I hate drama. Basically I just want to take care of my responsibilities and have a good time along the way. I guess you could say I’m a fairly simple guy.
As for writing, my interest began in late 2008-early 2009 because I never really cared much for shrinks or head doctors. Since then I like to think I’ve grown as a writer, but like most things we embark on I know I will forever be a student of literature. Now, I would love to categorize my writing style for you, throw out words like fixed form and free verse, but I gave that up almost immediately. Instead, I just call it life poetry and tag it as spoken-word leaving the rest up to you. I sincerely hope you enjoy what you find here.
Current Residence: Texas
I think for me, it’s the time away from work,
those holiday projects to keep busy,
the look on my sons face when the tree goes up
and when the presents come out.
It’s the annual New Year’s Eve party
and my son’s fourteenth birthday.
It’s the bonfires and BBQs
and not having to wake to an alarm.
It’s the one time a year
that doesn’t feel like chaos.
So if I don’t see you before 2015
have a Very Merry Christmas
and a Happy New Year.