akennific

Loose Lips

“Could he ever tell

Should the levers quell

Wooden bells made of necks

Hooded threats say he’s next??”

Who’s going to say

Even fools know the play

Is to chose tools well suited

For bruising well-rooted

Choices he made.

I put down my book.
Feel like throwing my cup
At the phone that looks
Back not lighting up.
A kick to my guts,
My mind starts to spar
With logic so nuts
I forget who you are.
Monstrous the visions,
Your depths are so low.
But were her decisions
A real shock though?
Depression somehow
starts to motivate me
To accept that right now
I’m just scared possibly.

How I Know

When you laugh with your eyes,

Right before you smile.

Breathtaking dark skies.

I’m lost in them awhile.

I found there my heart,

And forever will be

At home in the part

Of your soul I do see.

The Line Between Friends

Riding our horses,

We pause in a clearing.

Both of us fearing

To grasp what we’ve done.

The Law, of course is

Constantly nearing.

Time’s disappearing,

Must stay on the run.

Air’s filled with panic,

So I take out a drink.

Take a swig, and I think

Of what is to come.

Juan is Hispanic

Manner’s soft as a mink,

and he chokes on the stink

of his taste of rum.

Juan’s true there’s no doubt.

For years rode with me

Brother in misery

Always had my back.

Then I take my gun out,

Aiming it carefully.

Juan has no time to see

my ruthless attack.

So Juan’s devotion

Was true to the end.

I did shoot my friend

So I might be free.

Filled with emotion,

I drink to pretend

Such actions defend

My own right to be.

Duty of a Hound

I can see it in the dog’s eyes now;

a certain kind connection ‘tween old friends.

“What did she do now fella?

I didn’t mean to yell at her”……

Relay my heart intention so

that I may know such grim invention

Drank upon with beggar’s sorrow,

and lied about ‘mongst youth I know.

Scratching Forms

Stones tossed down chutes best gamble than reason

What combs best lay bees in

to make all eggs hatch.

Born of a walk amid minded matter,

kicked squarely thereafter

For making him scratch.

Thoughts ripped like concrete from bristled old wood;

I have found me again,

Intended for good.

Sickly Unique

Bought a fridge magnet illness

For two bucks a pill.

Told my wife I ain’t happy

To doctor a thrill

For my soul to prescribe

To my body and mind.

Just don’t think the same way I will.

The Mole

Going to need a moment

To step back from life today.

May have got a fever,

Been sick too long to say.

Brother’s coming over

Worried for me if I stay

In my room any longer.

Just leave me in my decay.

How do I shake myself

And dry up all the pain?

Need to just man up-

There’s nothing left to blame.

Someone show me friendship,

So I can do the same

And remind me that I’m human

So I’ll come out again.

Going to need an answer

To all the prayers I made.

Need it for my daughter-

She cannot see me fade.

Need to be a little stronger

For just a few more days.

Focus on my family –

God I’m scared to be afraid.

Perspective

I clenched my fist, caressed a sigh

And asked a wish of Father Time.

“Let me see my flowers bloom

One sunny, weekend afternoon.

From seed to dust my eyes will taste,

Before my sands all fall to waste.”

Divine appeared and sat beside.

She soothed my soul with loving eyes.

“You seek time to see your flower

Grow and die in a few hours.

But I fear the oath you take

your Flower did already make.”

Then Father Time did sternly say

“Let them watch each other grey.”

Accepting The Hard Road

I cry at the sun

For grafting connection.

She cleansed shadowed section

Between arms and spine.

My head won’t swallow

this pillow of laughter,

fed to me thereafter,

where Her light touched mine.

How tame my soldier’s

Battle-worn ecstasy?

Now without enemy

Or food of his own?

“Answer’s not simple,

But lay in the flowered

Field choices empowered

That your light has shown.”

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