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"The Tempest" (2010) She said, “Hey, pretty baby You lookin’ so crazy. There some place you’d rather be?” He said, “Adrift in your ocean In my little rowboat as Your waves rock me to sleep.” Her arms were the tide, Providing a steady calm To the nervousness in his chest That she used as a pillow to rest her head upon They stared ahead. His eyes began to swell With the crimson waves, which rose with The poem that her kiss displayed. The seas grew violent She could see the tempest form On the horizon of his cloudy iris He tried to find protection in The ripples that waved along the face Of the moon’s reflection But it was her diamond eyes that cut Through the darkness of night Like satin harbor lights wrapped in A fragrant haze that kept this boy sane, His voyage maiden, and his haven safe. So, he staked a claim on the edge of existence Rowing between his hopes and dreams and His hellish visions. And with a hug and a kiss, He dodged the cyclone. He knew no other Port would ever feel like home. So, he just held her close She was his shelter – no – The cornerstone of his fortress he built To endure his personal storm off the Shores of New Orleans: This poet’s true inspiration. And though he wrote aggressively, He suffered from depression, see With thoughts suppressed, he Found it hard to accept that she Could see the message he Stowed in the hollows of his boat And that discrepancy is why his Bottle failed to float. So, he just held her close As she would let him know That he didn’t have to travel These seas alone, but when his Depression set in, he left her with Sentences that felt so cold, expressions Of stone. They grew disconnected From everything they’ve known. And at the height of his storm, her Eyes became worn, and the harbor lights He hoped would guide him through the night Faded in the haziness of his crazy mind. He said, “It just may be that I’m genuinely crazy, but Please don’t erase my Footprints from your shoreline.” She said, “I’m sorry, dear baby Though my heart is aching, I’m closing my harbor And waving you goodbye.” Then, he wrote, “There’s no Hollywood ending grounded in reality So, I’m saying ‘goodbye’ to a place I’ve never been Dashed hopes and smashed dreams are a thing of the past I’m leaving it all behind ‘fore I even arrive There’s no Hollywood ending grounded in reality So, I’m saying ‘goodbye’ to a place I’ve never been Dashed hopes and smashed dreams are a thing of the past I’m leaving you behind with my final goodbye.” And so he ventured back out Into those violent seas, disappearing Quietly into the onyx of the night Wondering how he’ll hide from The silent whims of the leviathans when He no longer sees the sonnet in her eyes. And the days turned to nights as He churned in his pain etching memories Of yesterday on a canvas of uncertainty He searched for the stars that promised Him a canopy to shroud him from the Clouds that were dowsed with insanity No such luck; no harbor in sight So he kindled the flame he Plucked from the sparkle in her eyes In hopes that the light would Guide him through the storm, But the seas grew rough and the Winds grew fierce in the very moment A whisper cradled a message Of another boat docking at her shore. He closed his eyes, surrounded by Thoughts of everything he lost: He remembered the tide – He remembered that steady calm he found In the gentle touch of her tender palm He remembered her eyes – Those satin harbor lights that once Protected him from the darkness of night Consumed by the storm, engulfed In his tragedy; he threw himself overboard And into the kraken’s reach. When he washed ashore, there Was no harbor in sight, ‘cause her head Was on his chest with that sparkle in her eyes. And she just held him close, And she just let him know That he didn’t have to travel These seas alone. So, the nights turned to days as they churned In her waves and she smiled When his tempest finally dissipated.
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"To Davis Weaver" (2010)
This is a follow-up to Rosebuds of June, my reaction to the slaying of two of my highschool friends and their mother at the hands of their father before he took his own life on June 4, 2005. Five years later, I tried to step back and try to find some form of an answer as to why he did it. I only found that the emotion is still there.... I’ll never forget the day The clouds shrouded the sky I’ll never forget the call That delivered the news which Mixed the rain with the music, Composing a tragic tune that Exposed the roses which Had bloomed in raw emotion. It’s been five years since Rosebuds, Five years since your massacre Where you sat in the back of church Listening to the pastor’s words, Rather than taking the Gospel, You took your family home And slaughtered them all afterwards. Like, was this the plan at birth? Did you hold you’re infant son And say, “Mark my words: Eighteen years from now I’m going to kill you in your sleep?” Did you show them the piece Designated for the deed? Did you recite your wedding vows Before you gave it a squeeze? The snake lurks in the mud, The lion hunts in the grass But be weary, kids, For your father creeps at home. The snake lurks in the mud, The lion hunts in the grass But be weary, kids, For your father creeps at home. And maybe you just Didn't want to go alone And leave your kids to Fend without a father. Perhaps you wanted death Over a broken home, Or maybe you felt this world Had nothing left to offer. And how I wish that Rosebuds Didn’t have to be written, And I wish that this pain Didn’t have to exist, and I wish that you didn’t Keep your thoughts suppressed And vented for a minute. Just so you know, I would have listened. Instead you buried their Love with a .38 snub; Dissolved all their dreams With a revolving guillotine. Like, welcome to Nero’s house For the mentally unstable Where the nightstand Contains your family’s betrayal. The snake lurks in the mud, The lion hunts in the grass But be weary, kids, For your father creeps at home. The snake lurks in the mud, The lion hunts in the grass But be weary, kids, For your father creeps at home. And I‘d trade all my blessings If it meant they would get To hold their own future In the palm of their hands If it meant they would not Get kissed by your revolver The writing, the poetry… I’d give it all up. Momma never told me There’d be days like this Days like this… Days like this Momma never told me There’d be days like this Days like this… Days like this Momma never told me There’d be days like this Days like this… Days like this Mom, you never told me.
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