The Human Devil

Ahhh, poetry. It is good again, to be writing. In the quiet of my home.

So I will share some lines...and it is still, almost a white draft...

The Drummers Gone Before Daylight

O’ little one can we speak

of the weak and of the lost

behind their backs

the good book tells all who will listen

tales of less wanting more

more being the lesser of two evils

before you ever entered the desert

where did it get them boys

lost and coming down from a rush

brotherly love gone wrong

one a lover

the other a killer who dreamed of being a drummer

both disguised in sheep’s clothing

cheaply made over seas

where things turn and turn

on a dime buying half a soul

in the corner of a bar

a woman sits and eyes the crowd

broad are her fingers

but true love continually slips through

red eye light fixtures

dangle and swing over head

moody and tantalizing

she can’t leave it all behind

Eve’s first mistake was declaring

her first born was a man

before he ever opened his eyes

the brother’s keeper cast out

no choice but leaving it all behind

I had a child my first born

day and night I lay by its side

asking nothing but you to save her

now I wander across the sands of time

I left the bar

I dropped my sword

reread your words and only found wisdom

where is the justice

now we write our own book of life

growing older on a worlds cheap dime

open eyes and no disguises.

Not really sure how it will all pan out. I struggle with form over writing lines...send me back to writing camp, and I won't roll my eyes again...ever.