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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(september) when morning falls

when morning calls

freedom falls

in halls of

bright blue skies shine;

someone calls

and all is fine

the fireball cries

someone calls

to say good-bye;

hearts beat between choices!

a hero’s  fight between choices!

wife, mother

husband, father

brother, sister

daughter, son

good morning!

the sun kisses all

the sun kisses us all!;

when morning shone

we went about

without doubt,  when we awoke

we’d see each other by dinner;

so we Dropped the kids off at school

hugged them and kissed them

and couldn’t wait for 

cartoon popcorn movie night;

when morning calls

freedom falls in halls

bright blue skies shine

someone calls and all is fine

fireball cries

someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

through the smoke of confusion

he saw her eyes shining in flashback

the way her hand-held his

oh! when morning calls

freedom falls

in halls

of bright blue coloured skies shine;

someone calls and all is fine

fireball cries

and someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

in last morning coffee sip

a last goodbye kiss

did we argue? did we make love?

a last hug embrace 

a last good morning joking;

when morning calls

freedom falls in halls

of bright blue skies shine

someone calls and all is fine;

a fireball cries

someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

broken in a hero’s glass

      dreams brake and fall fast….

hearts beat between choices!

a hero’s fight between choices!

           but the sun always kisses us good morning

c. 2016, 2018  bgw

where the memory stings somewhere between you and me

between the thin glass,

candlelight flickers

and monstrous dreams seep between red wine sips.

reminiscing through kept images of a popped up memory,

songs dance with a deep emotion in the present.

the warmth of the Christmas dressed fireplace,

the crackling fire spews and pops sparks;

a memory walked into the neighborhood

and found a cul-de-sac roundabout of a snow covered past.

memories drove around

and made tracks in the snow.

my eyes trace the falling flakes

from the softly gently frosting window viewed.

the Canadian highway ran through my mind

as the heartland’s frost falls heavy on the silo’s hibernation.

guilt and honesty

never knew each other well

but i found myself between the two.

honesty drank until the guilt awoke;

guilt was blind when honesty never showed.

:kisses rose in the sunlight:

and haunted my soul under a polarized moon.

 ice crystals fall

and drips itself over the icicles hanging a distant memory.

somewhere between you and me

self-inflicted pain

took off in an unmanned plane;

somewhere between you and me.

between the thin glass,

candlelight flickers

and monstrous illusions seep between red wine sips.

reminiscing through kept images of a popped up memories

somewhere between you and me

c.2016  bgw

another dreaming tale

4 a.m., the alarm of several screaming diesel machines.

the plume of smokestack signals.

and in that, some find the need for a cup of brewed coffee beans.

there found, on the horizon, the daylight tickles.

 

lost in a dreamed sea;  that is me.

a dawning fog rolls over the waves of thought.

oars that paddle but never to a shore sought.

on the midnight ocean black; shine on silver slivered moon.

 

the beginning always meets the end

and one day the right words will mend.

take off, and the plane will send

a delivered need of emotions hemmed.

 

a break in the bone,

and find the fool all alone.

a look in the mirror,

and find that fool looking back.

 

lost in a dreamed sea;  that is me.

a dawning fog rolls over the waves of thought.

oars that paddle but never to a shore sought.

on the midnight ocean black; shine on silver slivered moon.

 

 

c. 2015 bgw

when i find what’s next

the snow starts to fall

and the world sits in a quiet gesture.

move to the shore,

because inland was such a bore.

soundless motion;

seagulls without an ocean.

i dig in the sands

seeking for the words that are such;

blisters on my hands.

dinner table chatting

wine glass cheers clinking,

did i know you this long?

or did i fall in love before

the first hello ever blew onto shore?

and yet, the snow starts to fall

and the world sits in a quiet gesture.

move to the shore,

because finding the inland was such a bore.

 

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

when the moon stares

this old house sits.

it watches the dust fly around.

and i, i am here;

lying in this bed

watching this show inside my head.

all the dreams that besiege

acting like some sort of picture book;

flipping through all the pages of reflection.

and, when the moon stares,

it passes through my thoughts.

the solitude staircase always sits in its darkness.

this old house sits.

it watches the dust fly around.

the sun sets in colourblind photographs –

memories shake like leaves on an autumn tree –

one by one,

they all eventually fall to the ground;

none can find me,

and yet i am right here.

find my truths,

uncover my weaknesses.

find my weaknesses,

uncover my truths.

 

 

 

c.2015  bgw

indigo swims

a winter night’s rain falls; drizzles.

found finally

after a long crippling disappearing act,

ink appears and draws up these words;

the cold drifts through the piles of facts

while an old, dusty empty room chills the feet.

seeking in theses are hollow, reflective, blinding thoughts,

desperately shoving them full with memories engraved.

the last match strikes the box

and left a candle flame flickering.

small patches of ice floats down a blackened river

and there, justifying everything that was and all that is;

the darkened indigo swims and still leaves me in a silent creek bed ripple .

a familiar echo crosses the street

and invades every dream.

shadows raise a brow

and tips its hat to the last shone moonbeam.

a winter night’s rain falls; drizzles.

found finally

after a long crippling disappearing act,

ink glides and draws up these words…

 

c. 2015  bgw