when the rain kisses the leaves

tainted and tinted

the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.

the wind whispers

as the whisps spoke;

through the flashes of bright lightning

the snap of a rolling thunder,

tainted and tinted

leaves dance in a whipping motion;

here comes the storm

//

morning sunshine

looking in the morning window

were these dreams of mine

yesterday is today’s widow

//

tainted and tinted

the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.

the wind whispers

 as the whisps spoke;

through the flashes of bright lightning

the snap of a rolling thunder,

tainted and tinted

leaves dance in a whipping motion;

here comes the storm

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

i’m not falling asleep

i’m not falling asleep;

the freight train passes through

slumbered harvested fields.

a distant gate lowers as the whistle blows.

blinking lights blinds flashes,

and i am not falling asleep.

London sirens sounded

as the last kiss grounded.

closed eyed years that pass

i found you there;

and now in the missing i hope for you.

boarders call out such

and found me without.

i had it all in a hush

and yet eventually left me without much

I’m not falling asleep;

day dreaming where everyone’s got something.

interstate miles date;

and sink within all your jet sets,

lights, camera, action to all skyscraper lifts

once where i was typing through blank pages

where i read through rough copies;

through all fictional capers

there somewhere did it all live once

in true heart beating,

i set my eyes on you

but i am not falling asleep

c.2016 bgw

 

 

between the angels and devils

sight sought in morning sunrise;

light was delayed

in early morning grey.

the silence of autumn frost covered

while anonymous thinking of all the listed worries gained.

coffee brew drips

as the rain drop sips.

overnight dreams that were built and seen

seep into canyon grooves

where angels and devils dance together;

warm under covers was a founded escaped.

//

sleepless tides born to rise

fall to shore, made to die;

keep moonlit sands calling for more.

wake from a dream –

open the door;

the past came knocking.

as the candle flickers

and saw the shadows dancing above

it sends chills down a sleepless spine.

the dusty for rent sign hangs

in the blackened hallway;

questions and doubt walk hand in hand.

the fallen autumn leaves pile up

on the ground below.

the frost has come and kicked them aside.

soon the snows will cover all the sees.

//

sight sought in morning sunrise;

light was delayed

in early morning grey.

the silence of autumn frost covered

while anonymous thinking of all the listed worries gained.

coffee brew drips

as the rain drop sips.

overnight dreams that were built and seen

seep into canyon grooves

where angels and devils dance together

c. 2016 bgw

through these blindfolds

the guns are aimed;

through these blindfolds,

we cannot see.

polluted among the suited;

invisible pickpockets hover,

dictators speak

in such a beautifully counterfeited manner

all to get the trusting convinced.

and yet before we know it,

they have us all setting sail

 in the ocean of the deceived.

 the guns are aimed;

through these blindfolds,

we cannot see.

polluted are we,

among the suited.

don’t let us get away.

c.  2016  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

words

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words sometimes assemble,

but at times collect dust.

words sit under the shade of the willow,

and eventually, we sometimes let them fade.

words echo,

yet words shout without making a sound.

words are what we see and what we speak.

turn back, and what do you seek?;

do you find words illustrating love and loss?

or do you find words interpreting hate and favour?

words motivate,

and words can punish.

words drip, bleed, cry and damage.

words can heal and acquaint –

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words shine and words darken.

words distract and daze

sought in every number

and every sound,

in itself, hides among in a word.

in every book,  on every page and every verse,

inside the words, inside the lines that they complete;

have you caught my handwriting describing you?

words are sometimes exquisite,  and words are sometimes ugly;

words that describe you are beautiful,

words that are you radiate and becomes my nightlight.

all within a conceiving daydream,

gives birth to a night time chapter.

holding, becoming, comforting!!

these words nestle in your soul;

all found dawning from your lips.

words give feel and depth –

yet giving an open ended emptiness.

view within these lines,

all that ties, and all that binds, also blinds!

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words can sometimes drive by

and always say what the silence delivers.

words doubt and words calm.

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words sometimes assemble,

but collect dust.

words sit under the shade of the willow,

and eventually, we sometimes let them fade.

 

 

 

 

c. 2015 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

anymore

i awoke to the golden crisp sunrise

shinning through the open window pain.

disappointment was standing there,

lurking beside my bedside, time slipping by;

i was cold and lonely.

waking to this summer morning,

there i was –

an empty bed and no telegram delivery.

while the coffee that brews,

waking, i stand here;

waiting, for the things i’ve lost –

to come back in different form.

i stand here in the kitchen

waiting for the things i’ve lost

to come back –

to come back in some different form.

a dear john letter,

and she won’t be coming back.

she won’t be anymore,

but forever a god damn attack on myself.

her amazing eyes,  never coming to this ship wreck.

solo black coffee toast,

yet i knew that some kind of pain was overdue –

a little expected,

but never not this soon.

never not this soon.

absolute can never be certain,

tell me it’s not this again –

she wont be coming back,

anymore,

anymore.

i awoke to the golden crisp sunrise

shinning through the open window pain.

disappointment was standing there,

lurking beside my bedside, time slipping by;

i was cold and lonely.

waking to this summer morning,

there i wasn’t,  and there i wasn’t.

 

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

shipwrecked

i hear the moon shining through its phases

back home, the leaves that are falling,  i can’t stop them.

can you hear me?  –  through these waves i carry away

found is only a compass that points in all direction lost

 

through these sails,  tattered and worn

never  taking me back to where i thought once conquered

shipwrecked are beliefs once conceived in an empty belly of  blind echoes

dreaming of a change that turns  this ship around

 

not one or another can you find at the helm,

mutiny found in a soul – party of one

only am i,  captain of this ship,

only i can lift my hand and steer this vessel into the oncoming daylight

 

i hear the moon shining through its phases

back home, the leaves that are falling,  i cant stop them.

shipwrecked are these hopes

dreaming of a change that can turn this ship around

 

 

 

c. 2014  bgw