Coyote Blues
Somewhere out in the middle of the sticks
With the alligators, bears, the hogs, and the fish
A melody rings through the deep southern sky
A song that stretches to the stars on high
It’s a tune that’ll never end too soon
A note that reaches and strokes the moon
Coming from somewhere deep in the swamp
Where the squirrels, the rabbits, and raccoons romp
A beautiful beast tells its tale
Through a clear and high, yet quivering wail
‘Tis a sound that seems to pierce the heart—
But that’s just where the story starts
The blistering ballad of love and loss
Fiery enough to ignite the moss
Has verses gripping through & through
Although each song leaving just a clue;
Some hints for me
And some for you
About the sorrowful secret of Coyote Blues
Lucid
As I close my eyes to sleep
I drift away from Earth
Here there is no counting sheep
Far above the dirt
This is a land completely new
A place unlike the rest
A quiet room where thoughts can bloom
A very enlightening test
You see, this place it has no walls
No ceiling or a floor
A stunning mansion devoid of halls
A place you can explore
In this world your will is unfurled
Harness the power inside
Until you've created a world of your own
You're never truly alive.
An Unlucky Artist
He grabbed a brush and painted the sky.
He painted it broad, He painted it wide.
From a stroke of white He created the clouds,
then splashed in birds to fill it with sound.
With precision and class He painted the grass,
covered in dew to make it last.
Happy with that, He moved on to the trees.
Their trunks so tall and their branches of leaves.
He poured on oceans, rivers, and streams,
and took extra effort on the sun, it seems.
That fiery ball that makes the day so bright,
and the pearly moon to light the sky at night.
But then with an unfortunate turn of luck,
He spilled on a sickening poisonous muck.
It manifested across the land, the error of God-
the creation of man.
Revolution
Someday anarchy will cripple the nation,
breaking legs that walk in the wrong direction.
The so-called leaders will be reduced to kneeling,
like those they ignored;
begging and pleading.
Empires crumble as structures fall,
an ironic symbol of what we used to call life.
From rulers unworthy, the throne is claimed;
the rebirth of a nation, a new start to the game.
An assertive cure to the poison that plagued us,
administered by those who were previously faceless.
The people as one, not one as the people
grab shovels to unearth the roots of all evil.
Stellar
Like a martyr to the world,
he gave in to their greed.
Like a murder of black crows,
on his flesh did they feed.
He showed pity towards their ignorance
in a city full of demons.
They deemed his feelings as irellevant
while he silently held his grievances.
Instead of harvesting the crops he planted
they consumed it all in one sitting.
He sat back and watched their lives dismantle,
a slow destruction he assumed was fitting.
As they struggled to rebuild the earth,
he observed them from afar.
His time, no longer were they worth,
was now spent gazing at the stars.
The humans searched for him on every mountain
and in the deepest of the canyons,
as they were the sheep that he was counting
while he slumbered amongst the planets.
A Cursive Memory
You're sometimes hard to read
like a book torn at the seams.
But you aren't flawed, by any means;
your elegance echoes in my dreams.
You're a little hard to figure out,
like a puzzle with pieces scattered about.
But when pieced together your image is clear,
like a summer's day;
warm,
sincere.
Like an ancient text, you're hard to define.
But the meaning within is simply divine.
You leave me with a feeling sublime.
You'll never be forgotten in time.
Like an ingenious form of philosophy,
you are so much more than what you seem.
You are the words that I longingly read
in a cursive memory.
