cory’s crying

cubed squared pictures

sat in a sunset liquor

tasting a memory

in smoky whiskey Rye

//

the autumn leafs fell

in the hands of protocol

see where we drove through

in all the hell

just to get this far,

in the right here

in the right now

//

rear view mirror

rear view mirror

//

cubed squared pictures

sat in a sunset liquor

tasting the memory

in a smoky whiskey rye

//

22 years can run away quickly

but it never can hide

where your body lays,

were the moon pulled

out what you are

//

the autumn leafs fell

in the hands of protocol

see where we drove

through the hell

just to get this far,

in the right here

in the right now

//

i’ll never be

nevermore in what you see

and I can’t be

what you remember me as

 

 

c.2018 bgw

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somewhere between the mist and fallen leaves

in the broken depth

is a shadow.

blinded, blackened,

dark

soul within these walls

oh!, release;

an awaiting knife’s edge

sharp and ready

metal blade

digging deep,

kissing deep

within the skin

upon the cold wooden floor

blood slowly draws,

pooling below;

jetted back eyes

echoing dream flashing before.

a haunting falls

deep within these dark lonely halls,

framed pictures

stare,

memories

brake,

shatter like glass

in a depth

frothing shadow!

blinded and blackened

dark

soul within these walls

oh!, release;

an awaiting knife’s edge

sharp and ready

forsaken!

and well within

the depth of autumn woods

somewhere between

the mist and fallen leaves

a body lies stiff and cold!

who put it there?!,

find the answers chanting with bones,

in the freshly dug grave

i have gladly made!

 

 

c2018 bgw

 

 

 

 

wayward waltz

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue;

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

blackenedness leaped up

as to swallow all the pain

and yet, darkness left me surrounded

by its own misery,

by my own selfishness!

there I sat,

suffocating in my unechoed breath

tied to this chair,

in suffocation I scream!

skin hanging from broken bones

love flashing in an unreturned kiss

loss;

let go!

you were!;

and now I am!

rope tied tight, look upon my eyes!

look upon my eyes!

seeking was sought

but ‘twas nothing but a gleam

breathe!

barely?

barely breathing in these thoughts

barely in consciousness

flashing back and forth

in everything I was!!

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward;

blackenedness leaped up

as to swallow all the pain

and yet, darkness left me surrounded

by its own misery, by my own selfishness

there I sat,

suffocating in my unechoed breath

life faded in a deep black

as the wayward waltz lead me back

faded into a forsaken midnight darkening

i sat as my eyes closed,

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

death drew my silent darkened soul

my last breath called upon death

to take my darkened soul

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

was is I found

in a wayward waltz

c. 2018 bgw

november’s song

under a star filled midnight sky

a cold autumn night sits

and stares in the middle of a late named harvest.

the silence blares

as the moon screams brightly glares;

//

the loud news of the world

soaks into the skyscrapers above;

but here, in the late October fields

the world still turns but the pollution fades away,

never mind what the screen says!

printed words in a book warms

as the chilled flakes of snow fall slowly

upon an unspoken ground the cold blanket covers.

//

she says she feels better in my arms,

i hold her tight the pain fades away.

the morning sun was delayed

while the silence of the morning frost covered.

death is a hard act to follow!

i laid there as she slept,

falling for her soul once again.

still in her last breath, dreams were built

and filled in canyon grooves.

//

thoughts are like leaves of autumn that dangle

and fall like sand in an hour-glass.

a poor man’s blood

splattered and smeared over the ground

lays there dying

as his pockets get picked.

a red wine toast to a bon voyage

setting sail to another ship!

simplicity lives

all with deep complicity;

hand in hand

ocean waves kiss the land!

//

under a star filled midnight sky

a cold autumn night sits

and stares in the middle of a late named harvest.

the silence blares

as the moon screams brightly glares

c. 2016 bgw

and in today’s news….

to all who breathes

and to all who leaves;

each day we wake,

and each day we take.

as we forget,

we sometimes forfeit.

american holiday mix drink toast,

raise your glasses and let ourselves roast.

take heed to the news that rapes our emotions,

natural disasters make for a false front for needed national answers.

“and in today’s news,

the media molds your mind like paper mache…,

details at eleven…”

 

and yet to all who breathes

and to all who leaves;

each day we wake,

and each day we take.

and as we forget,

we sometimes forfeit.

 

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

morning paper blues

new york city sits empty

in a crumbled ruin lie.

a civilization escaped from a violation

of the import/export of invasion

*

under a full moon light

the unfortunate timing

of a great lake drought,

now brought a lighthouse to failure.

*

from the train station downtown

the departure of romance

vanished and was never seen again.

but the tears from pain stayed in town.

*

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

*

the blind face in the window

draws the curtain to an evading public.

written in blood on the surface was help,

but all that was read was encumbrance.

yet, found there on the cold tile floor

was the baby cut away,  nevermore.

*

in a world,  where creation was,

now sees only self outlasting solidarity,

charity is now done in flash and facade.

give yourself a hearty pat on the back.

*

a montana sky, open and bright,

now gets drawn in by towering metal devices.

native rocks disappear

with the roam of the buffalo.

*

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

 

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

 

 

c. 2014  bgw

the blinding darkness

in this dark and empty bottomless pit,

here i fall.

falling quickly,  evermore.

the blinding darkness curtains the sight,

my eyes do not see where i go.

with my ears wide open,

i devour the scene –

 

the images of familiar faces scream by,

all the blank looks give in to ignoring stares

 

in this dark and empty bottomless pit

here i plummet boundlessly.

on the dirt sides by the fingernails i scrape,

my flesh torn,  exposing the broken bone.

in a free fall wail, a last breath whispers.

in this dark and empty bottomless pit,

here i plunge.

 

 

c. 2014  bgw

there was no sunrise

in another empty bed,  there i was, wrapped up warmly in desolation –

full of empty memories seducing the knocking pain of a tomorrow that’ll never be!,

oh!, in a suffocating blanket, there i lie.

still dancing,  she’s always there,  in my mind,  in the words i write.

the loss of sleep was always made up by the entertaining of ideas of a her and i

but as time came around, i was the only fool,  dejection drips on the floor below.

*

my feet planted firmly in each step i take,  one after the other

quietly,  softly,  closer i come where the now becomes the point of no return

the chair i set,  the rope i toss over

the dawns light still darkened in the early morning sky,

stars cascade and sparkles,

everything falls.

everything falls.

set the loop, tie the knots.  there was no sunrise

end table light glows as my head jumped through the loop,  and there i stand.

with a racing heart,  the chair falls from underneath

with a crack of ones neck, there i am – left swinging up in the air

but as time came around,  i was the only fool,  dejection drips on the floor below

*

in another empty bed,  there i was,  wrapped up warmly in desolation –

full of empty memories seducing the knocking pain of a tomorrow that will never be!,

oh!, in a suffocating blanket, there i lie.

still dancing,  she’s always there – in my mind,  in the words i write

the loss of sleep was always made up by the entertaining of ideas of a her and i

but as time came around, i was the only fool,  dejection drips on the floor below.

*

everything falls,

everything falls.

 

c. 2014 bgw

in the autumn sunrise

 

the morning sun woke up the day

and there we lie,  awake in each others arms.

as the bright light of a soft glow sun rises,

a gentle passion of the love making  made alarms –

the soft feeling of the cotton sheets covers stirring flesh.

as the memory of what was,

was playing out in front of me like some motion picture reality

*

i woke up to a mourning sun.

the tears from high noon,

fell onto the face on the moon.

though all was wiped away by the stars,

the eluded warmth was,

and now cloaks itself  in a nightmare sonata –

i woke up to a mourning sun

*

the morning sun woke up the day

and there i lie,  turned towards where you once were.

the shoulder where you rested your head,  is now bear and cold.

the place where a laugh filled the room,  now sits in a buzzing silence.

to the window i stand and stare,

watching the autumn leaves of red and brown fall in slow motion,

to the ground they tumble.

 

 

 

c.2014 bgw

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

midnight’s water

 

 

moon’s light sparkled and lit the tips of  midnight’s water

and yet darkness came and swallowed my sight

i found myself  sailing on the ocean of  hypocrisy

and in the rough waters i charge forward –

in a ship made of  strength – i find many starboard holes

i was left alone by a mutinied following

and there,  right where i was left –

i was drowning ,  long before i could leave lands shore.

a captain and his ship, led by his fooled soul  –  that is i

this civil war will always battle on well within ourselves

if the person who you are continues to fight with the person you  think you are

where is the freedom if one lives in an invisible cage of demons

this civil war will always battle on well within ourselves

if the person who you are continues to fight with the person you  think you are

where is the freedom if one lives in an invisible cage of demons –

moon’s light sparkled and lit the tips of midnight’s water

and yet darkness came and swallowed my sight

i found myself  sailing on the ocean of  hypocrisy

and in the rough waters i charge forward –

 

c. 2014  bgw