How can the worst of me live so close to me

How can the worst of me live so close to me

There should be distance that Separates the dark clouds that gathering around my feet causing me to walk in a fog stumbling past the good things that will inspire onlookers to join me in a march

How can the worst of me live so close to me

The brick tied to my heart tied to regressions tied to second thoughts tied to I should not tied to I'm at it again tied to I have to stop this tied to now I've pulled them in tied to I feel the heat of hells door on the palms of my hands

How can the worst of me love so close to me

Demons perched on my shoulders like my personal gargoyles aged and weathered but determined to stay until the end only to fly away once I'm flat on the ground not breathing not moving not thinking not crying not looking for help not asking for favors not praying not hoping just laying

How can the worst of me be so close to me

9/2/12/jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee

This is what the new morning brings

This new morning
Sun shine to fill the morning sky

This new morning
has come it's a beautiful feeling

This new morning
My eyes see all the glory fresh and new

This new morning has come
Brings my first new breath of new beginnings

This new morning brings new song
from wind and leaves and birds

I kiss this new day with passion.
This day I reach the summit of myself
I kiss this new day with hope
This is the day I succeed
I kiss this day with forgiveness
This is the day to spread love

This is what the new morning brings

10/24/11/jrg
Copyright© 2011 by Jeff R. Ghee

Female Orchids

Female orchids blossoming in the shadows of the sun
bittersweet their secrets hidden in tall grass
uncut
unkept and unwatered
only the crosswinds carry their sweet scents
their seeds
their dreams and their wishes deep into the folds and creases way down deep between the blades of grass
underneath the dying grass
underneath the dead grass
pitted in the soil
where tomorrow's orchids wait
where next week orchids wait
where the next month orchids wait where next years orchids wait
where next season wait to blossom

7/8/12/jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee

Still Burning

she fell out of the sky a burning fire
she fell into his hands a burning fire
he unexpectedly looked into her eyes
she was totally surprise caught off guard
awkwardly she glanced back
neither one of them could breathe
their next breath startled them back to realizing they still gazed into each other eyes
suddenly they both looked away
and back again locked eyes again
no turning away no turning back
they held hands awkwardly
they sat together awkwardly
they talked awkwardly
none of this was expected
all of this was a surprise
everything was burning

7/8/12/jrg
Copyright© 2011 by Jeff R. Ghee

Ink and Palms and Memories

Deep memories creased in the palmss of my hands
feed by ink from this pen
This is what you read
Don't blink invisible ink will disappear like memories lost
Gone are the lines I write these words on
Gone is the pen and ink I used to wright these words
Gone are my hands I used to hold the pen to wright these words
Gone are my palms creased with memories
No memories to hold on to

1/8/12/jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee

Black Bull Farmers Field

Beautiful black bull
Shoulders slumped
Eyes dropping
Head slung low
Hooves shifting through the farmer’s field

Dear Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
On a hot summer day
How you goanna keep cool
What you goanna do Mr. Bull

Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
There is no shade under that tree
How you goanna keep cook
What you goanna do Mr. Bull
What you goanna do.

Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
No water in that creek
How you goanna cool off
What you goanna do Mr. Bull

Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
Standing up on the hill
You won’t fell a breeze up on that hill
How you goanna keep cool
What you goanna do Mr. Bull

Dear Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
On a hot summer day
No shade, no water in that creek
No breeze on that hill
Sweat just dripping off your face
How you goanna keep cool what you goanna do
Mr. Bull,
What you goanna do

9/2/00/ jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee