Empty doorframe locked
Blocking happiness away.
Alohamora.
Monday, February 22, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Too many days to count
Didn't treat her the way he knew he should.
The city burns while love burns alight
And she doesn't know whether she should take flight.
Make it last, while the paddle turns
Make it last, and the people learn.
Make it last and turn a heart
While it's torn apart
Torn apart.
That he could never quench the aging singer.
His heart ablaze with frenzied fire
Echoing, screaming with desire.
Make it last, while the paddle turns
Make it last, and the people learn.
Make it last and turn a heart
While it's torn apart
Torn apart.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
2/12/2016
Long week ends in style
Endless joy starts with endings
Start the bells anew.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
2/10/2016
a gaze or glance to blanch and to discern.
He plays it casual waiting for the sign,
and waits with tapping foot and heart benign.
Like a bubble popped inside a body
and thoughts flood back to souls he can't embody.
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
2/9/2016
Swing and shake up and down
Headed out uptown.
Spinning flowing round and round.
Need and want turn a phrase
Venue for staged plays
Nothing yielding days and days.
Stripped down skin and bone
Sweat yields hidden tone.
New again a skill to hone.
Racing heart, pumping blood.
End the night, end the flood.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
2/7/2016
When shouts and roars a field surround and fill
The echoed call and endless glories thrill.
Herclean might was tempered by the one
Whose wisdom changed the course of struggle done.
Good sage did smite his foe without his arm
His troops he moved across the field with charm.
Career now ends with trophy haul in tow
The man who taught the world that he could throw.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
2/2/2016
Whose echoing thoughts did fact and truth to say.
A solemn wit was conquered in the snow,
And came to pass as autumn's season grows.
Though tempest folly joins their marching band
A lark descends upon the monarch's land.
Caroused he sings a tune of mottled grey,
And hails the word of ever better play.
Monday, February 1, 2016
2/1/2016
Each line of questions leads to an end.
Another missing verse, a mind on the mend.