Words give music a backbone

…Check out my free verse poetry.

– Santa Rosa island, off the coast of Ventura, California

Blackened clouds lie down the right tracks,

from a burden to the free land-

full of sun, face full of sun-

Lead me down to weightless water’s edge.

Lucid and afraid my body cracked,

I trudged along until a mountain pushed through,

And the glass sky shattered too.

Stemming outward a fiery light,

meteors retreated back into the night.

After recession of this fiery light

was nothing but pitch black

when the earth shuttered once again;

time had leapt away into the matrix…

To where blackened clouds have no end,

from a free land back to chains,

face full of nothing, face full of dead stars.

Just lead me down to weightless water’s edge.

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How could I?

Melt between the cracks of my demise?

I longed for a story where I fill spaces between the lines,

binding the truth.

My tree falls over at the sight of the noose, so I wait-

wait for wolves to circle me instead-

in my den, but none come in.

They know raising a wild one,

Would tame the human heart within