And i’ll tell you tomorrow
of the rumblings
The rumblings of an atheist
or a pessimists wife

I’ll tell you tomorrow
of the protests
of her father and son
Though she’d sooner call it a strife

I’ll tell you tomorrow
as the sun is now gone
And my veins seem to jump from my skin
Peering past the mountains, much far beyond
Hoping to catch the sun on a whim

She came to my room like I knew she would,
Buzzing around and up to no good...
I could hear her there but I just couldn’t see,
This nasty creature who was torturing me...

Another sleepless night for sure,
I was still awake at a quarter to four...
I begged her for mercy but wouldn’t you know it,
It’s not in her nature to ever show it...

Her shadow I saw on the wall by the curtain,
Just one thing to do, that much was for certain...
Only her death would end this fight,
I jumped out of bed and turned on the light...

Spitfire phrases
shoot off into space
across high tension wires
a rhythmic and melodic chase
displayed as butterfly cannons
much more than a race
a digital sensation
that will make your heart race
deftly his fingers
move across the fretboard
the concert has started
He's tuned his guitars
now kick back and relax
E.J. is here!
something spectacular to hear!

The golden fork of electricity cracked the air,
the sky was carrion black. It angered with
every force every snap like a wild cat strike

Electric whip from Satan keeping all folks
Obeying. His toungue warning, playing and
teasing .The banshee screaming winds

Vibrating the crys the screaming
lost Souls no were to go. The dark pagan
trees swaying, then breaking at the knees

another worthless creation playing with
lives from above the abode of the saints

Even as old (dish) married
(spooning) curmudgeon,
who receives social security disability
linkedin with social anxiety)
chose the fork less traveled
aye pucker with sunken cheeks,
(especially without dentures)
and raspily suction toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting
attempt impersonating plumber

Home of Joy

A place where it builds
with a seed of love
sprout with a full
spectacular look
of vivid colors
In a line of march parade band
With the lovely enchanting
rosebud petals bloom
Filled with hummingbird tunes play
Dancing with an ecstatic and joy
That brings peace and comfort
To see all the beauty exquisite
Continue to grow and bloom
To form a green flourish display
Furnish from its own nurturing
Through the radiant sunlight glow