Wandering child don’t go away, give us your face, give us your way
Wandering child, I’ve seen you before, drunk at the party, asleep on the floor,
Wandering child there’s been days like these, you run from yourself, you from from disease,

Wandering child, I miss your ways, I miss your face, I miss the days, the nights on the town, the smile in your eyes, the way you would love me, the way you survived, wandering child, your beauty is this, the soft of your hand, the touch of your kiss, so far away now, so dead and gone, the days we were lovers turned out all wrong,

And now you wander, away from these times, searching for something that you’ll never find
Wandering child, so far away, don’t forget where you came from or what’s left behind.

Two-lane highway. Easy Rest Inn
Desert stretched out across a blue-sky horizon
Desert dog runs near
The people from the big city make a picture show
The desert dog runs near
Lonely traveler
Lonely times
Love comes one day early
The desert dog will run near, getting what he can
Tail wag, dust kicks up
Posted barbwire near
Today is a day for the desert dog
Other lonely travelers are near

Thunder Child

dancing across the break
break in tide, voodoo mask
thunder child, give us your roar
tell us of days past
scream the heartbreak of your people
thunder child
fill up the sky, fill with your might

soul taker, let him pass

Carved out lives
They make places for themselves
Somewhere along the tracks
We are passer by’s
We’ve caught moments
Moments of their lives
Behind that looking glass
Homes
Faces
Lives lived
Sometimes lost
A child struggles with his baggage
I struggle with mine. Hands empty.
We continue forward
As we always will
I’ll continue watching
As those carve lives for themselves
Somewhere near

There’s a staircase I haven’t seen before
She’s upstairs somewhere in that secret room
Watching
Looking down
Noises
Music
Life
Paths cross
Voices won’t cease
And I still can’t find her
Somewhere off in that secret room
Behind the controls
Somewhere in the distance
The mood will change
The tempo
But not the memories
The lust
The loss
She’s up there somewhere
In that secret room

Taking medicine from a machine
Plastic people plastic times
We’ll go west, we’ll find them in their homes
Sucking on life, sucking on souls
Behind greenery of luxury
Behind the masks of stature
Drawing blood from their world
Taking medicine from a machine

For Poem of the Week, I’d like to share something from friend and writer Scott Gustin. I’m very fond of it.

9/25/2009

Hammer of youth falls

Upon sun drenched skin

As the fancies of idols

Erode and blister

The small hand reaching out

Clenches fist and inhales

Fermented fruits long littered to Earth

Faint memory of blossomed limb

Upon desolate road

Among etched granite stone

Below cracked timber of long silent mine

On Milky Way spattered nights

The creep of time

And the pondering mind

Last year’s draught of dust

To sooth not but thistle

Beneath pale slivered moon

Night quenches glow

To pound this season’s crop to pulp

So one may not thirst long

To thirst for not

Now these bones shall lie

Where gavels are crushed

Beneath hoof or foot

Where the right hand

May caress the horn

And bedtime myths

Are swept upon restless sea

Upon these pages pool ink night

And not is but a tale

Woven from will

That one might set foot

Upon not trail

But beat a path as thou shall

Taking off into the sunset
I can’t think of a more fitting flight
To say goodbye
To lay a friend to ground
To walk over a once sacred place
And through memories of younger days
Gold, orange, and blue below
The air will chill soon
The life will grow a little more weary
And hopefully a little more wise
On route to the homeland
To say goodbye to a friend
To say goodbye to an era
We place him in the ground tomorrow
We’ll take part of him with us
wherever we go next
Taking off into sunsets or sunrise

the dirty mind weak
the lost
the way we see things
the way things are presented to us

the dirty mind weak
it brews in my head
thoughts as poisons act like agents
clutter cloud like mind
fog on thoughts
drowning again
in this
in you
it’s what we have all become

the dirty mind weak
contained within me
I can’t eject
how I have tried
purge this poison
rush from these times

times where man’s mind is in the black
weak
struggling for control
make those images burn away
flash away from us

be gone
be gone
the dirty mind is weak

And I watched them walk away
And I said goodbye to their youth
And I thought about mine
It’s gone now, so gone
And I think about the was
And the way they are now
The angst on her face
The pain in her eyes
It was mine
And those were the times
And yes those were the times
And I miss her, and I miss them, and I even miss the pain in her eyes
And I watched them walk away and I just watched them walk away
And how cruel it can be
And how cruel I can be
And how long ago those days…

So young and serious
So logical too
So political we thought
And on the outside so tough
So smart or at least we thought

I saw in her face
She was young
her blonde a little dirty
Her face was a little too
And I love her for that moment
For she brought me back
To the times when I was young
And so angry like her
So angry like her