"The travesties"

The lies you keep inside,
I know them.
The things you want to hide,
I see them.
Words you do not say
I hear them.
Don't act as if I don't know,
I know.
Return to me, my heart.
   my soul cant stand the emptiness
and all I feel is pain and loneliness.
inside where once you stood
Now I fall.
My hands and knees are bloody and bear.
My feet go on and on
but know not where.
 I prostrate my self  for this crusifiction.
And Each I love you was my nail
In each I love you
I scream my hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
God damn it hallelujah!
The devil is in the details
for this pedantic heart.
with only the tv to watch over me at night
I need the benediction of a good honest prayer.
I need The arms of a hard lovin devoted woman.
 And i need the baptism of whiskey.
Truth lies in white,
And I fade to black.

Note #1

Where you was is gone,
where you are is here,
where you will be who knows?
What I'm trying to say
is we leave something behind
as we walk across
the sands of time weather it's
foot prints,
bread crumbs
or a scent,
there will be followers.
Lead them in the right direction.

"heaven in hell"

In the house of god,
I find myself in the basement.
It's musty and not refurbished.
I guess even
the spiders and centipedes
have a heaven.
There are comic books,
retro shoes
and even a ratty old sofa to sit on.
Talk about being a savior,
I guess God is more of
a pack rat, seem to save everything.
The walls are old wood paneling,
There is even a bar set up.
No booze.
None since 1993.
I gaze at a painting on the wall
of a forest with mountains in the background.
And deep in the center a cabin,
I wonder who lives there and are they home?
It must beautiful here in the winter,
just snow and sleeping trees.
Maybe even a long eared grey rabbit will pass, once in a while.
I'd like a place like this
when i go,
And when I'm there,
I'm sure it will be one
hell of a beautiful place.

"A place for solace"

Sometimes
when walking in October,
the smell of damp leaves
put me in a place
where my heart
finds solace,
and I escape.
I escape
my time,
my pains and
my woes.
And when walking in October,
The wind blows,
the dry leaves dance around
And chase the memories
of school books
and Halloween.
Those Memories seem
as close as a handle
But in reality its
to far to reach.
And while walking in October,
The chill
seeks every warm spot
on my body,
left over from summer.
So I barter my soul
for more time
But the clouds are full
and need none of it.