Day #4 – Drive Away

April 9th

Keys, You gave?

Were you mighty to Save?

Did you walk, and talk and build this up from

The beginning?

Was this a heated room, and a burning groom?

Are you the next in line,

Are you the next of kin,

Is this all about me in the end.

Gave me something different,

It was still a whole lot of effort,

Picking up the papers of old,

And the journals we had before the fold,

Picking up the papers of old,

Moving those boxes,

Catching foxes,

And getting out of your driveway,

No, I was waiting Dad, waiting for the

Drive Away,

Like when we were younger,

We hated a lot of things about the

Cars, the scars, the bars we could have

Been in, the world we could have been

Forgiven?

Keys, you gave,

Keys, and houses to be built upon,

A church is only as good as the

Eschaton,

And that seemed to be all you were

Dreaming about,

Waiting for the Drive Away,

On the driveway,

On the edge of the getaway,

We hated that red car,

We still knew, deep down,

We would get far.

Day #3: Something Different

60 Days of Poetry Continues. Cars. My dad. Life. Reflections.

April 8th, 2019

I know it has been some gone days, 

Some map and some waze, 

Some lost and some haze, 

I saw you dad, walk away, walk 

In the sway, walk out of the path of 

Least resistance. 

I know it has been some days, 

Some maps and some ways, 

I learned them all from you, 

From all you used to do. 

This was one of those how much time do we  

Have left kind of situations, 

This was one of those second chance kind 

Of conversations. 

I know you wanted fast, and you wanted to last, 

You wanted to last longer than all of us put together, 

You had some strange control over the weather, 

Is this sunnier? Is this place better? Is this the paradise 

We came for? 

I know you have love buried deep down inside of you, 

I know you have love for me, 

I know yesterday feels like a tragedy, 

I know there is still more to the story, 

Give me the keys to your car, 

Make this go far, 

Make this go as fast as you once were, 

Make this go away, 

Cause this place isn’t your getaway, 

This Corvette is unfit for your future, 

I need you dad, I need you to last longer than  

Me, 

So give me the keys, 

Let’s do something different. 

Day #2 Where are You?

Every year in Spring time I write 60 days of Poetry. Here is part #2:

Where are you?
Events in real time and the back of time,
Like standing in the back of the line.
I saw you on stage, yell with some rage,
And turn another page,
I was inspired that loud was making you
Proud,
You had some things to whisper in my ear,
You had some things to tell me to fear,
It was like the good old days,
When I walked on egg shells,
When you had taco shells,
When all you made was dinner
For you.
Events in real time,
Every year around this time,
I yell in sorrow about the wasted
Borrow, all the time spent on myself,
And putting You on the shelf.
Where are you?
Are you here?
Your sound is loud,
Louder now,
And it pulls me in closer,
Closer to the mystery,
Where else would I be?
Are you choosing,
Choosing all of this for me,
Or are you the events in real time,
Are you now and here,
Cause all I want is yesterday,
A place to dredge it up,
A place to hedge this fund up,
Where are my savings?
Where are the Saviors?
Events, You made in real time,
Choosing me was always a part
Of the plan,
I, still, ask: Where are You?
You must be here.

Day #59 – Almost

Almost the end,

Of the day,

Of the dry,

Of the spy and the land,

And the giants to try and to

Understand,

Now it is almost,

It is almost there,

I had some care,

And a fountain to stare,

To drink from,

To do some,

Damage,

And damages were done.

Never should I have said yes

To the undress and all that came

After,

But now you are here,

And I am far,

And we are almost as far

Away as we were before.

Day #58 – Days are Gone

September 10th

Those days were like along,

Like Shine Along,

Days before, weeks before,

I was trying to explore,

And say no more to the waste

That Friday would call to me,

And correct with me.

It was a walk,

But not of fame,

Maybe more so about the shame,

Days are gone,

You know, the one’s without you..

Overshare, or never aware, never

To much, and never to little to ever

Say again to You.

 

 

Day #57 – Almost There

Started this out with love,

With a little despair,

Started this out with

Wander,

With pander,

With something for you to wonder,

About and lost, and in and out,

So I had started, almost there,

Walking and living in despair,

And now love was supposed to follow

Me,

And the fountain was to give some history,

Some history of being thirsty,

Some pages read of the misery.

We had it,

We were almost there,

I am empty and not full,

Looking for despair.

Day #56 – Spent

Places to go,
And places to know,
Places I was, and you had the sew.
Stitched, and ready and felt it for you,
I was under the sea blue,
And the ready for a new.
I am not backing down from this fight any much longer,
I spent it on the sent You,
The version of me that you never knew..
I am out here dreaming of the love that I feel I have
For you,
I know, I feel, I know, it has to be true.
I can’t stop myself from trying another,
Another lover, another Friday night adventure,
You were the one, and you were the one,
And I was the one,
I had it saved and spent,
And stored up for you.