EVICTED...Revision #3

Evicted

I abandon this body that shelters me

and proceed into dark infinity

I acknowledge the Creator of my soul

That is ablaze in the dark cold

While alive in wretched circumstances

I have not complained about physical changes

My spirit is subdued but unbowed

as it moves swiftly in darkness bound

I understand that beyond this place

hope exists in a soulful state

I feel the rush of fleeting time

and remain unafraid while feeling fine

It really does not matter

where lies my future shelter

for I am the architect of my fate

the pilot of my soul travelling to Heavens gate

Lifes Razor...

Life's Razor

Time slices like a razor

time grants no favors

time cuts down all lifespan

time limits the reign of every man

When fortune and power is gained

riding high on life's glorious stage

time limited for each generation

hangs over wealth and golden opinions

Privilege that lives among its peers

resides in youth without a care

and when the razor cuts deep the years

eyes sting and flow with tears

Time breeds razor fears

of a reality that never wears

but we still pursue tomorrow without luck

as time promises a thousand cuts

Baltimore Strip...

Baltimore Strip

Flesh flushed in stage light glow

with adoring fans gathered below

She's a fantasy of the imagination

posing and stirring their passion

A vision of desired bliss

That appears distant as a wishful kiss

Her sweetness mixed with untouchable purity

hide her real life hidden in obscurity

She moves like an untamed stream

gushing promise of nakedness to be seen

perfumed air wafts over the crowd

as she moves her body gracefully endowed

Her gyrations under the bright lights

captures grateful patrons sight

silver tassels shine on her breasts

as she discards her white prom dress

Her long red hair and flawless skin

move to the  rhythm of BB King

and her long legs atop silver stilettos 

draw attention from her blue eyed glow

She sports a smile distantly welcoming

for those below silently staring

as she moves with graceful swiftness

giving their eyes no time to rest

Then, in a swivel of silver tasseled twists

wrapped in stage floor foggy mist

she disappears like a magic kiss

having dispensed the nights heavenly bliss

Mountain High / Valley Low

Mountain High / Valley Low

On the broad sweep of rising earth

his boots mingle with the loamy dirt

he strolls across the open field

holds his cap much like a shield

allows sunlight to warm his hair

and pauses to drink of beauty there

Warm grass scent floats on the breeze

a precious moment crafted by senses keen

There is no urgency in this place

no tortured path to trace

only drumbeats in his veins

as his body reacts to imposed pain

The mountain winds carry faraway sounds

his ears and mind roll them around

'Tis church bells muffled by meadow grass

a mournful sound lost in the past

He accepts life experiences from years afar

some hurtful memories for what they are

he understands his path from where it flows

as it is the lump in his pillow

Nightly reveries consumed by mindful fire

seek some peace of mind with fervent desire

his existence cycles during life's great show

between mountain high and valley low

Lakeshore Life...

Lakeshore Life

Pink pastels reflect and scatter 

on a liquid mirror filled with color

sails flutter in the gentle breeze

as dawn peeks through the leafless trees

Whilst her neighbors sleep

grateful eyes focus on waters deep

Todays new life is a welcomed scene

as waves advance and time creeps

She allows her awakening to rule her joy

consumes shadows cast on the nearby shore

absorbs the melody of crystal rolls crashing

and accepts the comfort of todays morning

Her spirit floats on lakeshore foam

it soars above her cottage home

she surrenders to life freshly new

and cherishes the lakeshore view

White Pine Gold...

White Pine Gold

'Twas the way my old pine trees

shook their needles down on me

that gold remnants of Summers bliss

announced Autumns cruel kiss

Then, in the midst of long shadows

that gently raked nearby meadows

cold breezes ruffled long grasses

breathing life into sculptured patches

Now, with rake in hand ever ready

beneath the days faint glow holding steady

I sport a Seasonal frown

while showered by needles raining down

Afternoon shadows blanket piles of gold

as scented pine in smoky haze curl and fold

scattered by balmy tides of flowing wind

while daylight retreats and grows dim

I linger by the piney fire

and behold flaming butterflies rise and wander

Up, up and away they burn in flight

only to return as ash in the night

The fire dies slowly and darkness follows

only piney smoke remains in Autumns window

Wasted Time...

Wasted Time

At night I surf glassy swells

beneath black skies in dreamful fun

my spirit wanders where youth has been

where cactus bloomed under moonlight sun

During daylight I beg with outstretched hands

and beseech the gift of time

as surrounding youth don't understand

the extent of their vigorous prime

'Tis their awareness I wish to find

as moments squandered in the wind

hang heavy on my mind

and become a mournful thing

Thoughts on virgin pages flow

sentences somewhat incomplete

drip with the desire to show

that life happens and leaves

Memories course in fields of yesterday

they leave imprints of fading promise

as efforts to decorate poetry my way

stand out but declare little progress

Time is reduced to scribbled haze

with gross caricatures representing beauty

they provide pleasure during my days

as time spent continues in failed poetry

The great deniers of passing time

surely mistake the sound of clocks ticking

for the promise of eternal life

while wrapped in rewards for fruitless wandering

In the end, nothing can retrieve spent hours

or revive crushed blossoms underfoot 

as remaining moments hardly ours

cannot replace the wasted time we took