In the wake of my own flood
where these words
have dripped from my blood
scripted from a heart
that I tried to jumpstart,
well that was just the first part.
In light of all this
there is something I found
it is in a moment of silence
when the story
begins to make
all the more sense.
It is in this
coming of age
that has opened up
the parts of me
I could never see
Yet always sitting there
hidden behind a stage
up a flight of beaten stairs
awaits an inner sage.
It was in time
that I learned
what it meant
for a word to rhyme
and hang it out to dry
for the world to pry
what these words are about
the ones that I
scream in a silent shout,
some tangled in rhapsody
others touched by heartfelt melody
so soon will come the day
when my words
come back to play
never left to fray.
First I must look,
look to my own mind
for what’s left of it
and the voice it carries
I must find.
What is that I have to say
will once again sing
with that something
in the me I find
along that lonesome way
But before I go
Here is one,
One more for the road.
BeLove © 2018

Be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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