Death Would Come Around

I wanted to take some things with me along life's journey,
That old olive green coat and some dusty tan boots,
None sooner thus we started it seemed to me I couldn't go that way,
We walked the gardens just off the old dirt roads,
As darkness crept upon the ground a tattered man of odd leathery features spoke,
Listen close I heard him say twice the reaper's hand had touched his soul,
Make no sound the stranger moved about in the dark of night,
Standing inside my mind I watched him closely,
Not just once but many times I stumbled I fell often times I'd just laid there,
Who's to say would a sparrow slay a hurricane?
For I knew not what hath been passed before for I took no notes,
death would come around leaving trails along the way,
I wanted to take some things with me along life's journey,
An old dusty clock and that rusted old wind chime,
The one that hung out on the back porch that warned me of the ghosts so many a time,
That old clock so that I could remind them of the times they passed,
I stood waiting by the door or maybe I was waiting on another,
death would come around leaving trails along the way,
Stay the ones looking out the windows of their minds,
I wanted to take some things with me along life's journey,
A basket of apples and lemon pie just in case,
I should happen upon someone carrying a fork or two,
We could share a story a slice of pie or trice a friendship would happen anyway,
death would come around leaving trails along the way,
If I happened upon a dead man on my way I'd offer him an apple for his journey,
I want to take some things with me along life's journey,
A hat for the rain or just to cover my face when things got lonely,
I tried often drew the curtains to hide or often threw them aside trying to leave this emptiness I felt inside,
Was this an answer that I could even understand,
That I had taken what I needed or that I had chosen the ways that I must of went along life's journey,

Dark Poet ©.......................

Radio Lover

I often shut mine eyes
just to write lyrics on a road or a song of spoken word  tracing flight of fancy,  
   There's no shame in wandering wondrously past lies,
  Tainted strippers waiting by the door,  
Reaching out for a passing stranger hopelessly,
I think I'll just sit here playing solitaire,
  Night time dripping through holes in the floor,
  Someone lit a candle in the corner lovers held in their struggle for solitude kissing eternity,
Star gazing asteroids searching for a tune,
Just to sing you a lullaby a smile to fall upon those lips thus saddened by fate,
  Softly singing blue birds melody  taking journeys thru strands of hair and chain link fences
Someone changed the song on the radio,
   Once past the corner crevices parts of a bat hung there
   We must of walked ten thousand miles searching for the words playing on the radio if it only made more sense,
   The old man sitting in the corner with solitude more than he could have wanted,  
   Softly singing Marvin Gaye ,
Trying to pencil words a love note long lost going nowhere,  
Dark Poet ©
The Hidden Meaning.
October  8 2013

In the End

  life's often a funny thing ups and downs and ins and outs,
Silly faces laughter too, his and hers and hide and seek, oh how we must of thought we'd live forever,
You must of been there even then just the same,
Sunny summer days fanning in the shade, Narry thinking one day we shall pass just trying to catch a cool breeze by memories often forgotten,
Sinners and singers song writers and poets, mothers father's sons and daughters,
  Some telling stories of days past beyond our own plays intertwined pieces of a knot,
  You were there to hold a hand just the same,
         Huddled around an old wood fire chardonnay and macrame,
She would stay and listen without a word to judge thee,
   Sandcastle horseshoes lying in the grass watching clouds drift on,
Oh how things just slipped away from us,
  Another time another place yet they will go away the lost ,
Presidents, Doctors, Lawyers, even simple layman,
   Bitter mind and cold hearted fury firm in sunsets anyhow,
Would you sit and hold my hand just the same,
  Givers and takers, lost and found,
I watched her in her walk steadfast so sure all the grass had died anyhow would it matter if we made one more pass please,
  Once the time had come lying here waiting you must of heard them just the same,
   Tis you they wanted maybe even needed could you hold their heart but one last time saying good bye I'll see you in the end my friend,
 
Dark Poet ©
November 14, 2013

Like Counting Stars :

Amongst the moonlight connecting stars like some old distant childhood memory,
   Running down the stairs I'd count them individually,
  As fast as I could before the fading light trice the number twenty seven succumbs to thee,
    Was that thirteen or fourteen landing on the floor just before,
    Someone had left love lying on the stoop exponentially,
    My hand held the railing, with I it followed insomniacs likened to lusting sleep,
  Counting stars like connect the dots before the fading light,
  Whence poetic chants sounding most like the confusion of a creep,
  The Ones lazily leaving bastards in the parking lots step around father please forgive me,
  Carving wooden keys while trapped inside their own trepidations,
    I stood away,
LIghting candles in the fading light I saw,
     Trailing fences on the moon setting fire in a spoon,
  Twice thinking I'd grabbed the wrong book while running out the door,
   
Dark Poet ©
October 29, 2013
The Hidden Meaning.

I wasn't there :

I wasn't there thee garden blooms searching for a jitterbug,
Nor sunshine thus shade be free,
Watching rose petals fall to the floor inside mirrors I wasn't there,
I looked for you in many glistening glass rhinestone sparkles,
   There must be many others standing in the picture frames,
  Watching moons playing their games trying to catch falling stars
  I wasn't there turning World's into dew drop Inns,
  Only solid mounds of candle wax lay upon the floor
  No vacancy hung outside the door,  
Stay for a while I heard her say no one stood or could I see,
there's a bus leaving just stand there,
    Chasing moon rays thru the night, sprinkling star dust along the way,
I wasn't there when time shared a memory,
     thoroughly tattered and spent
  Thoughts of tiny memories filed thru the streaks of light,
   Left we sailed the oceans blue deep mystery dark of wonder,
   I wasn't there when the last one stepped off the bus,

Dark Poet
October 4 2013
The Hidden Meaning

So Many

The anger that consumes pestilence,
Ensnared in the shadows of darkness,
Embrace desperation of thoughtless insistence,
Grips the hearts of the weak,
For greed is shaped within the mind,
Searching always for an empty flask,
Anger controlling the thoughts desires,
Accroach the deceivable path the answer,
That confusion and weakened ones,
Search for the laden handout,
Hides the truths of life's lessons,
Never giving of themselves,
A lesson not learned or earned of a reward,
Fought with doubts of treachery ones seething,
Ties to a deceiving brethren's words,
Leading on likened to fools.

Dark Poet ©
2/13/2011

The Messenger

Death stood before my eyes,
The lamb laid bleeding at his feet,
A stench held the air around me burned of sulfur and of pine,
I reached out for a book held within his hands,
Its pages dripped a crimson color,
The names held of the chosen ones,
 Seemed to breath a life of their own,
The pathway walked he and I,
The ground like shards of glass,
 Laughing my feet bled upon the ground,
His words were of an ancient language,
Spoken strong and rhythmic,
Warnings of things yet to pass,
Where was this place I saw,
The willow knew of my mind,
The birch turned away,
Holds the sparrow sings the song,
Many voices I could hear the beggars and thieves,
Beckoning a way out,
Lost souls stranded in the darkness nowhere to run,
 For the ones who escape this,
Hunters afoot sets the traps,
Nor ones will abide this is the last time,
Hide thy eyes away from him,
Lest they take your soul away from you,
An empty shell is all that remains,


G Davidson ©
June 13 2011