Blurred Memories

She’s got something on her mind
You can see it in her eyes.
Always trying to find,
Ties between the thoughts
Of the reminiscent kind.

Staring at the moon at night,
Trying to remember the stars she saw the other night
And it’s getting late
But the spilled memories are still fading away.
Cuz she ain’t got a one track mind,
Like everybody else….does.

Unknown Thoughts

Gave my two cents on a matter,
Now I’ve got a broken leg
And it doesn’t even matter
Cuz I’m worried about the latter.

Been having midnight dreams,
In the middle of the day.
And I’ve been trying too hard
But just can’t seem to get it straight.

Got a toothpaste stain on my shirt,
With a perfect tie and slicked back hair
With a cigarette in my mouth
And smokey thoughts.

Trying to fix myself
But keep drowning out
With the liquor in the shelf
Screaming out
“Life is unfair,
Learn to live it out.”

Ghost Rider

Riding on the pillion

With the devil and his pride

Through the desolate town

and the monsters all around

 

Signed a contract

With a demon

For a good ol’ night

In this hell of a paradise

 

Screams and Shrieks through bars of steel

Bars filled with ol’ liquor and outgrown weed

 

On a hunt for souls

With the best rider in town

On the wheels of fire

With a blazing gun

 

I guess now’s the time to say goodbye

While I ride into the Ghost Rider’s Town!!!


 

Words of an unwritten verse

The sun shines upon my window

But I see no light

Nothing but shadows on my wall

A flickering light dancing in my mind

 

Rising up, Going down

Like words of an unwritten verse

Only waiting to get inked

On hearts that are waiting to get linked

 

Covering the distances

That words can’t describe

Only the words that traverse our mind

Know what it’s like…


Recently wrote this, thought might share it with you guys. 😀

Legion

Waiting by the window sill,

Watching the roses wither away,

Waiting for some news,

Waiting for them to return

With glory did they march off into the mist,

They bore the burden of the eagle,

Nobody knows what became of them

Swords in their sheaths,

Ten thousand feet marched off into the mist.

 


Found this old piece of writing today 🙂