A place where joy and sadness meet,
A place where God and the Devil greet.
A cave that is filled with mirrors of fear,
Where the soul sleeps with a forgotten tear.
The undivided one is waiting there,
A being beyond what is ugly or fair.
It is the oldest riddle of all time,
Left unseen breeds hateful rhyme.
Search and search and don’t stop until you find,
Somewhere on Earth and somewhere in the mind.
Inspirational black to begin it all,
The grinding press is the first call.
A bitter kiss playing the ecstatic spark,
That cues the head to make it’s mark.
What did we ever do before sickened love?
Was it brought from heaven’s cruel shove?
The cowboy walked through the dusty old town,
Looking for ladies, gold, luck, and renown.
Dreadful bandits stopped and shot their loud guns,
Making way with stolen loot from bank runs.
A dusty standoff was had at high noon,
Our cowboy hero shot and killed a goon.
He stepped by, the sheriff was not impressed,
He was on the run away from arrest.
In the dry desert, he camped for the night,
Sounds of the Indians gave him a fright.
An old chief approached, hatchet in hand,
And sat beside the cowboy in the sand.
“Welcome,” he said in a deep and warm voice,
“I see that you haven’t come here by choice.”
The cowboy looked up surprised at the tone,
Kindness was not expected to be shown.
“Now come with me,” the chief said with a smile,
“You won’t be restricted a single mile.”
They stood and they walked under the full moon,
The night was now light, and they sang a tune.
A short one that I wrote last summer.
There are so many years I needed it to be mine
A selfish man that constantly worried about the time
I can sit back understanding presence is just fine
As I sit on a terrace and play with words and rhyme