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A Tower Falls

With spit, dust, luck and many I love yous
Brick by brick it was built, higher, and higher
"Too high, too high!" they said, but the mason just cooed

With his partner and three apprentices it grew
And grew, and grew
Family and friends asked, who is this, WHO?

But then the partner left, and the apprentices too
As it began to crumble, and bricks fell asunder
An angel appeared, who just knew

How to stop the falling down
And piece by piece
fixed what was broken, with a smile hiding a frown

A million years passed, and the tower was so high
Above the clouds one day the mason slipped
And realized he couldn't fly

Down and down he fell
Yet the Angel couldn't save him at all
For the mason deserved his hell

Big Love

Big Love listening,
Rage for love strumming thunder,
Big love, small love, gone

The House of Paper Curtains

In the house of paper curtains, here

in dawn and twilight

shadows appear

Sometimes angels but more often monsters leer

From a couch I lay

corduroy brown upon

stains I made

They mock the man boy foolish and and full of fear

This was only to be a place to stay

A place to make plans 

for all that may

They remind of what did not come to pass, songs none can hear

So many years have passed

Jobs gained and lost

All now all the gold is gone, from years amassed 

Trinkets and collectables held too dear

On shelves, cabinets, in boxes and yes a crate

In the end, they'll be with me, 
Alone with only baubles is my fate

When rockets fail

When the rocket crosses the pale
With fury and might
They sing "This will make a great tale!"

After decades the engine fails
None can help, and only black fills the captain's sight
Justice isn't fair, she doesn't care

Despite the passion and purpose of the great sail
The rocket begins to driftin forever night
Screaming in agony, the captain still hopes to dare

Then he remembers, mortals are too frail
And so, he embraces his plight
Eyes wide, he smiles, and with one last thrust he steers toward the fiery light

45 on the side

45 and on the side
off the road, in plain sight
no where to hide

45 and not ok
A broken family man
who lost his way

The past here has been
Up and down , round and round
Now lost not found

The blinding sun of Now
eclipses the past and future
Like a punch in the face, POW

Cold

In the cold room, in darkness they celebrate their fare
A menagerie of phantoms who whisper
And titter and howl and swear
Hoping, their host abandons his earth-bound chair

“Enter our realm!” they say with delight
The church bells suddenly ring – they sing, they sing!
They hearald the end and beginning
Of perfect twilight- the time between day and darkest night

The fire in the hearth has gone out, and the table is bare
The crib is empty and the children aren’t here
The flaming desert is served on a silver plate made from linen and tears
It grows and feasts upon the neverland's tears