Free Verse Music

Going Through the Motion


Staring at the ceiling, giving names to the
cracks, “I think I’ll call you Jimmy and you Sam maybe you Jack”
Saying all the necessary words
To get you going
“Oh Baby you’re so good, yea right there, that’s the
way I like it”
My mind going blank as you pump harder
A song starts to play in my head replacing
The vacant space in my mind
I’m humming along, you think I moan
Faster and faster you go
Will this ever end I’m wanting
to know,
“Say my name” you shout
Damn if I know what name you want
me to holler out, ” Daddy, Big Daddy, Mac Daddy, what?”
I just wish you’d hurry up and finish 'cause
My head is spinning
and you cologne is no longer
turning me on
So I play along moan and whimper
with false pleasure
I think I know what I must do
To get you off me
“Baby, I think I hear your car alarm going off”
Yep that did it he was off of me faster
Than Jesse Owens
Going through the motions
*Bet you thought I was going to fake it*

Images


Horrible images running
 through my head
Gun shots sounding off
in the distance
I see a bloody moon setting
 Awaiting a sunrise
that will never come
Tears fill the land
Cries ring forth
The wailing so
Horrid, I close my ears
To the sound
Putrid flesh I smell
Hangs in the night air
Moaning and weeping
Shrill voices sing out
To a God gone and forgotten
Blood flows like a river
Souls carried away
In the torrent
Lifeless, ghost of youth
Pass away
Horrid images running through
My head
Save them, save them
The walking dead
Too many images castrate
Them from my mind
I see the spirits of the
Lost and forgotten
Gehenna is their home
Images to bare, my hell
So alone
So alone


Sound of Drums


Mythical rhythm warriors dancing, prancing
calling to ancient gods, the beat gets louder
with each beat of the drums
the night creatures circle in wonder of the sound
they howl to the beat as if its speaking in their tongue
Warriors chant calling to brave hearts
lost in battle their ghost answers in the night wind
The drum beats louder and louder drowning out
their cries
A single ember leaps from the fire pit
taking on a new spirit, it dances to the tune of the
sound of the drums leaving a trail of ash in its wake
Sound of drums beat ageless moaning they weep
sadness pounded out with each beat
Universe so vast mystical, illusive, untouchable
Sound of drums brings them closer reaching out a hand holding
mystery in their palm washing away the tears
they dance to the sound of drums a new spirit of hope is born

Looking For Mr. Jones

Loosing myself to you
Oneness
Opinion of others don't matter
Kindness in abundance
Insecurities met with self assure
Never asking for more than given
Gentle persuasion


Focus on only the good
Odium of emotions you erase
Remembrance of empty days


Materialize to haunt
Rushing into a subconscious mind


Jaded perception
Omniscience wisdom
Nude feelings expose
Explosion of corrosive thoughts
Save from self
        Looking for Mr. Jones