Poems from behindtheseams1715
Spittin with hate
They seal the fate
Of history and people.
They burn and bury
The humble and merry.
Taking the steeple and tower
and...
The snow crunches beneath my feet.
Each cold step can’t be repeated
Even if I say a do over is needed.
God says control is his to keep
And...
Gravel crunches under my cleats
But I won’t display my talents.
Severed body and broken frame
Mar the path from which I came.
My game of...
What is a waste of time?
Is it rhyme without time,
Corona without lime?
Does it lay in money that flies to pay
Or a day when friends...
The keys of the old blues
Play troubled, terrific truths.
Speaking the heart’s mind
Of breaths hard, faces lined
In half time, full hop,...