From the first moment
I laid eyes on you
you were beautiful.
And misery knows misery
and I knew that too.
I stayed away.
Because believe it or not
I don’t try to fuck up,
it just comes naturally to me.
For The HatersThe key to happinessFor The Haters by Jaybird101
is often the process of elimination.
Sometimes you just gotta go around the village
cutting off heads and shit.
the sun will shine through again.
Miss Me a littleWhen I come to the end of the lineMiss Me a little by Jaybird101
With no sun on my back
Or green pastures at my feet
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
I want no tears for a soul set free
Miss me a little but do not dwell for too long
And not with your head hung low
Remember all we once shared
All we experienced
Miss me a little but let me go
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all part of the cycle of our lives
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows
In memories of the times we shared
Miss me a little but let me go
Free KingPerhaps I will stage a comeback,Free King by Jaybird101
as if I was ever really here.
Write of new chapters and limits,
with all that has come to bear.
It started with the pursuit of change
and a blind leap of faith. I took flight
throwing caution to the wind
and bled along the way.
The landing was a treacherous one
casting bone and concrete
into the air.
When the dust settled
and the sky ceased to weep
I was a free king again.
And so I did what all kings should do.
I returned to where I'm from.
I found the people of my kingdom
to be different and yet the same.
They had a few new scars
and a little more time served
and the tattoos to document it all.
Aside from that
they were the same as I once knew,
standing with open arms.
When asked why I left
all those years ago
I told them
I did it for the children.
We rejoiced and reminisced of old times.
Then celebrated in true Spring Branch fashion
and at that point
I was reminded
of all I had missed.
Back But Not BackI'm in out mostly, so to say I'm back would be misleading. Instead I'll say I duck in from time to time just to see what you good people are all about. Oh and I leave a few pieces behind along the way. As for the whole life thing; well, it's been a bumpy ride over the last year or so but, I can honestly say I've landed on my feet and the view isn't half bad. Just been busy keeping the bad things away and the good things coming.Back But Not Back by Jaybird101
I hope this finds you all in the right light with the sun shining on your backs in a field of prosperity. Oh and a few magic mushrooms, some green grass, white sand, and wine can't hurt either.
WantingUsual suspectsWanting by RequiemsandReveries
Doom and glooming
Wanting power lunch
Central park and a loft
Your voice in my ear
Say what I want to hear
I don't need the reasons
Stars across the sky
Wanting light in my eyes
Sweet air in waves
Across my body
Cottage in Maine
Firelight at night
Scents and memories
Mix and my senses
Your pulse at my lips
Everything leaves me
PicturesPictures in my headPictures by RequiemsandReveries
Never make it to the page
Words so insufficient
And besides, my hands are shaking
The turn of tides
And my movies of memories
Pull at my will, my heart
Burn the midnight oil
And my candle at both ends
Go ahead and torch the bridges
While we're at it
Can I fall asleep naked
On the cold sand in the dark
To the sound of the water
Tripping over itself to please me
Can I breathe it so deeply
That I can taste it
I can paint it in my head
And no where else
Desert SongThe night is listingDesert Song by Scarlettletters
too far to the left,
asphalt carrying the road
deep into the canyon
where the cacti keep
a lonely vigil.
I taste gravel
and the crunch of stars
like chrome pressed
against the windshield,
its cobweb dusting the roof above me,
my face cracking the dashboard
like God's own map.
Breathing becomes an art
and I can hear
the crazy clatter of limbs
as the gas tank makes
with my soul
but a solitary lizard
to hear the desert's song.
TortureSometimes I like to torture wordsTorture by Scarlettletters
with obscene acts to nouns and verbs.
I tie them up in sentences
and whip them till they make no sense.
I love the screams of prepositions
while pulling them in odd positions;
and conjunctions make a lovely din
when decapitated by my pen.
I bind the wrists of adjectives
just for the pleasure that it gives
and adverbs leave me hot and bothered
once their meaning is uncovered.
Interjections beg for release
with pronouns trembling on their knees.
And once my fiendish work is done,
you'll find that I have just begun
my scheme to try and make you see
it's not perverse - it's poetry.
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