bullet train window’s down screaming wind breaking things crazy town can’t stand only wonder why the hell what for distant thunder eyes close time slips warm sun soft sheets your lips dark slams eyes wide tunnel lights flickering hellish ride…
Author: Michael Parks
Poem #16
i could point it out it’s there like it’s always been familiar a buzz in nature a kind of scene vibrations you know what I mean more than thought it’s a knowing thing words can’t describe it there is no…
late spring it was
her hand in mine
down by the creek
crook in the tree
she kissed me
May flowers
thoughts crisscross
dots of light
piercing the dark
in endless flightworlds born
lived in brief
fade in doubt
lost in griefsouls seeking
thirsty for touch
need an answer
asking too muchtomorrow dawns
questions remain
dreams beckon
to ease the pain
Poem #13
wings aren’t just pretty they’re what keep us alive the beating of the heart the will to survive it’s the angel in you knowing to strive
Poem #12
she walked alone it was her way safe and sound nothing to say if feelings came she pushed past not worth it they never last she’d given up hope that there could be someone as real and loving as she…
Poem #11
it’s not quite important that this should rhyme but if it sometimes does that’s fine bear this in mind I’m out front on the porch doors and windows wide lights off acoustic guitars inside echoing out into the night the…
Poem #10
it’s not quite important that this should rhyme but if it sometimes does that’s fine bear this in mind I’m out front on the porch doors and windows wide lights off acoustic guitars inside echoing out into the night the…