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