The poems bleed
Out from my pen
Dripping drama with every word
Like a surgeon’s bloody scalpel blade
Dragging its way
Through the dissection of my dreams
Or nightmares
Scars may heal
But the wounds of these words
Reopens and bleeds
Every time they are read
Isn’t that just like you
To stand on the bridge you are burning
Isn’t that just like you
To break all the rules you are learning
Isn’t that just like you
To wait for pity to rain from the sky
Isn’t that just like you
Wanting someone to wipe the tears that you cry
What if you weren’t like you
What if you started anew
What if you took a new path
That wouldn’t be just like you
Damp and worn rubber
Turns against the long stretch of ashphalt
That snakes out before you
The windows are down
And your senses are overwhelmed
By the crisp early morning summer air
Your body longs for the soft warm rumple
Of the blankets you left behind
And the mind races
With anticipation of what lies ahead
And what you leave in the rear view mirror
As the landscape grows wilder
So do you, and so do all your distant dreams
It is something that you keep
It is something that you give
It is something that you fill
Every moment that you live
You wish you could do more
But the hours do not last
The piles just get higher
Each day becomes the past
The clock seems to be spinning
Out of control – there is no end
It is something that runs out
With each moment that you spend
You want to get it back
All these minutes you have spent
It is something that you’ll
And never know just where it went
Renegade Angel
Saving souls is your plight
In sadness find joy
In darkness find light
Renegade Angel
Your wings show their wear
Fight for the freedom
Of the ones in your care
Renegade Angel
You can’t save them all
But Renegade Angel
You can always stand tall
For without all your love
Just imagine the sorrow
You give them peace
And you give them tomorrow
He stood staring into the bleak beyond
Of a cold Alberta winter
And the barren and lonely field that stretched out before him
He felt the pain before he heard the sound
Deep cracking bone and torn ligament
The world went dark
He awoke staring into the deep abyss
Of the shelter he managed to crawl to
Deep damp and murky, just out of reach
Of those savage human hands that chased him there
So many nights before
He limped up and out of that life
Into a strange new world
Where savages were kind, food was abundant
And worry was a thing of his past
For one final moment he smiled and stared into the endless abyss
Where a warm and glowing bridge was just beyond his reach
He took his first steps without limp or pain
And danced merrily up and over across into the great beyond
The ladybug glides softly
Over the garden she protects
Carefully caressing
Each blossom she inspects
She’s such a loving miracle
Yet folks rarely know she’s there
She keeps a watchful eye
On the garden in her care
Her work and efforts tireless
To see these flowers bloom
Her spirit always cheerful
And never filled with gloom
The blooms they love the ladybug
For all the ways she cares
The flowers stand up tall and bright
Fueled by the love she shares
The warrior stood
On the edge of the bloodied battleground
Where she once raged
With the dark grey sky above her
And crimson black earth below
In the distance a battle still raged
And the slight hint of longing
Turned her eyes towards its cries
With a heavy heart she turned away
Knowing that nothing would ever compare
To the victories she once knew
But time and life moved on
So she carried her battle scarred body back
To the gentle green pasture
Of home
The path that stretched out before her remained unknown
But one thing was certain
The warrior’s heart would beat inside her
All the days of her life
Blank white sky
Grey with its haze
Transforms in moments
On bright Winter days
Snow covered trees
Encased in ice glass
Their beauty so frozen
Held by the contrast
Spring buds fight the chill
To break through and grow
At night snow still falls
And time seems to slow
Each day that passes
Winter gloom seems to fade
Spring on the horizon
Like a warm breeze cascades
A labor of love
This garden of mine
Will dark rain pound the earth?
Or will the sun shine?
I stand and survey
Ground still yet unturned
As the back of my neck
Begins to redden and burn
Clay mud on my boots
Makes me a seed in the soil
Pulling me down
A plan I must foil
Black under my nails
And dust in my teeth
Begging the earth
For gifts held just beneath
The scent of crushed mint
Now hangs thick in the air
Every weed stain was worth it
As I lounge in my chair
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