We ride the earth around the sun,
A journey we all share
As winter comes I think about,
the end of another year.

A new beginning beckons,
Look forward tho' you fear.
Spring is like a flower which,
Blooms to bring another year.

In the fullness of this journey
That brings us all so near,
Summer is the apex.
Applaud another year.

Autumn is the season
When dreams become as one.
Rise up and let us dance,
In the last rays of the sun.

quickening we pace
an antidote sought
the shelter shell
a mask replaced

forgotten city
diamond dusted
broken like the cage
untrusted

the old quick wounds
defenses tame
taste thirsty fears
ghost seasons cold
embolden
enfolding
rise
like walls

a mist across the
distances falls

wall away ruin tryst
forgotten heart
enclave
enslave

the knocking in the
dead fall din
the darkness morning
like a fist

It happens sometimes,
I recognize the lines of his face
on other man
and we sit
in a nearby cafe.

In the background
you can hear a laugh
at some point
they start to sing
something
doesn't matter what.

His metal glance
turns him into satisfied dog
and a god I give a hand
to stand up,

it has hit me,
you died your first death
as a deep breath exhaled
never to return

memory is stirred
and the waters stain
a mountain of tears
rise up to brim
but are detained

the epitome of
a Gentle Giant
hands that could crush
held a feather light touch

quietly without words
your eyes said so much
blue orbs of innocence
calming all they moved

with empathy
you forgave,
even those
who trespassed
against you

Soon all time will bleed from me
I am torn between age and wisdom
as if I have been crucified by life.
the silence I endure turns me to
wood .

My throat burns with unspeakable
words that tear at my vocal chords
for freedom stretching like prisoners
on exercise.

I have the Mexican curse the
love of death but persistent
vitality which pins me to faith.

There is a song of dying moments
I refused to sing with you,

a song of waning and of passing;
themes most common to all men,
but then the winds rose
blowing strongly,
and my fledgling faith was shaken,
oh my faith was badly shaken,
badly shaken by the wind.

In the middle of the gale
amid the storm of memories,
you came to me,
a small, brave lighter
with a fierce, exciting flame,

corner cross
the wishbone spring
that the worth wound forth
from

brisk brightness
glossy in the slipstream
turn down vollaire avenue
sentry neck arch
ginger tinged

powder misted
beneath us
the stonework lairs
"reve de minuit"

puff a kiss about
the slender Cohiba

palms calist
a crooked back,
and silver temples.

shaky like a new born deer,
fragile in age.
wisdom spread across your face

scars spell out your life story
the old blue tin,
my childhood treasure chest.

your old jean jacket,
tall tales of rebellion,
and sawed off shot guns.

singing our anthem
windows down,
smell of the old Cutlass

shameless ambition sown deep
never to fallow,
raised to lead.

hero to my falling city,
saving my world,
and flying into the sunset.

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AP by Ron Woodruff (BlueDemon77)

You the kind, my muse in the past

Never have minds and bodies worked

with such little effort

a day I know, and grabbing

the power and the scrotum

I knew it would be the end

......but I am powerful

You have been so gracious

took responsibility yet

always knew that an