…and so we begin,
This quitting thing is sin.
I set it all ready,
Sitting here on a jetty,
Looking out at the diamonds,
Making all the rhyme ends
Meet like waves crashing
So lovely in their thrashing.
To find a place where
Fear is erased in a tear
From reality, so lost
Yet so close to the frost,
That no sober being,
Nor anyone seeing,
Can be able to relate
To this feeling of debate
Within a daunted mind-
Kind of like mine -
Where monsters reign high
And ideas begin to fly.
Power flowing through veins
Down currents relinquishing pains
In the heart and soul
Paying that one high tole
To prove that you are alive,
To die in an astride
From a cosmos so beautiful
Into a death so suitable
That I have been waiting long for
To lift off the ground and soar.
Oh, this quitting thing is sin,
And so we begin….
Ode to a Coyote Friend
Simple creature, tired beast,
You wonder through the woods to feast
To there and yonder, beyond the stars
Your fur glistens through the bleak dark
Wisping through the trees like a ghost
Your tail swings about like a ship on a coast
Ears standing tall among your great pack
Heads bent low, awaiting some attack
With fangs so white, they pale to the moon
Which howls out for your silver tune
And for this great song, we come to hear
The beauty of a wood so fond of fear
Of those bright yellow eyes
Which cast a glow like fireflies
Hidden in wonder and lost in time,
No hunter can catch this animalistic rhyme.