Santa Ana winds

 

You stepped into the fire

Said you understood

It was the only way to grow

You burned in this fire

As if it was all you cared to know

The only way to love again

Hold my hand

Lets bury the truth

This time I won’t let you fall in vain

But, I can’t promise this love’s for you

And, If you slip into the darkness, babe

I’ll devour your soul, you believe that’s true

I’ll rip it your heart from your tender breast

-I can’t promise this love’s for you

If you’re gonna fall

You’ll fall with me

If you’re gonna fall

You’ll fall with me

I’ll hit you like a freight train running

Or just let me be

©R.Howe2019

Majestic Blue

I am a poet to my former pride – an open heart, shield to one side

You are a picture clearer, than any one yet taken,

and a daily bread much softer baked than any I have partaken of

You make me listen, listen harder, listen softer, louder, farther

I’m a lunatic for sounds, your song so true

Majestic Blue, well that is you

.

I’m a memory of my former self – a pretty dress, a dusty shelf

You are honey sweeter than any I have tasted,

and a wine much deeper red than many I have vested in

You make me richer, poorer, crazy, head held higher, passion hazy

I’m a lunatic of thoughts and feelings through,

Majestic Blue, well that is you

.

I am a shadow of my future chance – a caffeine fix and midnight dance

You are an opera better than anyone yet written,

and a song much sweeter sung than many I have listened to

You make me reach for so much more love, head held tilted, open door love

I am a lunatic for touch and feelings too,

Majestic Blue, well that is you

.

I can paint you on my walls, and still not reach the waterfall,

of your colors – wild and pure

I can will with every might can ache and dance and scream and fight,

to find your colors – rich and sure

I can build blocks for us to lay, wrap picket fences in a way,

that fit for all the possibilities that reign,

that you that runs so deeply in my veins

But I can’t reach inside to glue,

To capture that Majestic Blue, that hue

.

I am a poet to my former pride – an open heart, shield to one side

You are a picture clearer, than any one yet taken,

and a daily bread much softer baked than any I have partaken of

You make me listen, listen harder, listen softer, louder, farther

I’m a lunatic for sounds, your song so true

Majestic Blue…well that is you.

JLH

There’s a time to leave

A time for goodbye’s

Some get to choose

Some get the chance

Through life – to ask why

.

A troubled soul

A man, tall as the skies

No tools to fix

The damage done

But – no one with spine, asked why

.

Love given, love taken

No chance to grow, only cry

You left a child-

In a young mans shoes

Too late for askin’ why

.

You see me now ?

The cycle-sure to change

My son, a new man

With child, same age

He stands tall, and

asked the question –why

.

Maybe I wanted more

More than a just a why

So much confusion now

In my world – still without you

Forever, asking – why

Fool Me Not

Hey Preacher man

Tear me a strip of life, and show me your way

Bring out the sinners, so he the valiant may pray

For, I see a light where dust doesn’t settle

Where minds parade and sacrifice a little

To show our pride, less greed is granted

Lift up the skies and yell, peace is all I’ve ever wanted !

Come stretch your legs, and give to me what’s mine

Levitate above, and let ageless beauty shine

Then swallow me whole, let no seed flourish

My gift to you is me…you wish !

Walls aren’t Straight

The walls that should be straight

Are somehow fallen in

And when I walk into a room

They bend and start to swim

As nothing’s straight and nothing fits

I step outside my skin

And stand right there beside myself

The whole illusion spins

.

The people I have known a while

Are talking to my face

And of my thoughts and dreams and aches

They cannot find a trace

And some have known me many years

And yet they still can’t see

That all the while I make a smile

That isn’t really me

.

It’s very strange

I think you know, I think you feel it too

Until you find the one who sees

You’re never really you

The one who doesn’t have to look

Too deep within your skin

To know the place that you belong

The shell that you fit in

It opens up the room for you

And puts all things upright

It straightens walls, unlocks the doors

And sets your world to right

.

How strange it feels to talk as if

I always will be here

To plan to paint the crooked walls

As if I’ll keep them near

But as I talk and sit beside myself

And they lean in

My dear, the inner me

The one I am

The one you see

Is desperately aching to begin.

Daisy chain dream

Daisy chain dreams I may entice

Creative minds and beauty too

Ladybird secrets lay dormant…Mouse

Floating in seas of sapphire blue

What is Love

What is love if not a knock on the door

At four in the morning as you’re down on the floor

And it’s picking you up like no trouble at all

Fitting the pieces together

.

What is anger if not your own wake-up call

Because you are the one who’s in charge of it all

Throwing you down like a dive from a wall

Fragmenting pieces forever

.

And the hand that held out for you…

Love in a grasp

Holds to you fast ‘til your questioning’s passed

This is the hand that you’ll want to hold tight

Those are the arms that should warm you tonight

.

And the love on the face of the one who defends

This is the love on which dreaming depends

What is time if not the ticking of clocks

Or that lover of yours endlessly picking at locks

Patiently waiting ‘til your penny drops

Fearlessly facing the weather

.

So then what is hope, If not the light at the end

What’s the tunnel of darkness if not shared with a friend

Who washes away every fear ‘round the bend

Putting your life back together

For the hand that held out for you…

Love is no task

.

It takes yours so gently ‘til dark times have passed

This is the hand that will always hold tight

This is the one you should cherish tonight

And the look in the eyes reflect why you depend

This is the soul with whom love never ends.