Simple Circuits 5 titles discovered!

Trying to get back to a normal after life has been turned upside-down... Friends, I hope you are all doing well!!

shoots & ladders
spying clouds twist into shapes
turning laundry into capes
basement shelf with books and games
baseball cards and halls of fame
a lone balloon floats into the sky
and where it travels the winds decide

how we spent those summer days
selling cups of lemonade
every Sunday come to play
shoots and ladders come what may
and all our dreams drift into the night
spreading up and out of our sight

Sleeping over on my floor
wide awake and laughing more
slowly drifting into sleep
wrapped in hopes we’re going to keep
an errant wish floats into the sky
rising up and is cast aside

how we spent those summer days
selling cups of lemonade
every  Sunday come to play
shoots and ladders come what may
and all our dreams drift into the night
blooming up and out of our sights

how we spent those summer days
selling cups of lemonade
every Sunday come to play
shoots and ladders come what may

I’m climbing up, you’re sliding down
you’re climbing up, I’m sliding down
I’m climbing up, you’re sliding down
you’re climbing up, I’m sliding down
I’m sliding down I’m sliding down I’m sliding down

Shoots & Ladders

I saw you one day drinking coffee and 
penciling words on a page
Thought maybe she’s writing the passages 
or acting them out on a stage
Its clear from your efforts and focus, you’re
sworn to the oaths of your art
Since you’ve been sharing your pain with me
Its torn me apart

Joan
Cold like a stone
Why did you leave?
Where did you go?
Joan
You left me alone
The lies that you weave
I wish I had known

You told me the roots of your storyline
Had me perched on the edge of my seat
I said you could stay on my sofa 
Just till you got on the soles of your feet
I fell for your naive anthology
I got lost in the pink of your hair
and woke in the fog of the morning 
when your things weren’t there

Joan
Cold like a stone
Why did you leave?
Where did you go?
Joan
You left me alone
The lies that you weave
I wish I had known

Ghosted

I found the perfect place to cry
Away from any judge filled eye
I lay my head down in the grass
Forget about the reasons why
I’m watching all the clouds go by
I lay my head down in the grass
In the grass, I lay my head down in the grass

All our lives we’ve been living a lie
Waiting for the day that the movement die
To reach our hands into the prayer jar
Solve the world’s most desperate cry
Jail it up and does it’s time
Weighed your aspirations from afar
Oceans dry and turn to deserts 
Suns die out and disappear 
Left our homes for new endeavors
None as great as they appeared 
Joan in edit cut to early 
Paragraphs have disappeared
John in shipping called in surly
Now the orders fester here

Home, I’m going home
And I’ll sleep till the morning in rem
Then I’ll open my eyes
Home, I’m going home
And I’ll hide from the city alone
Till this vileness dies

I found the perfect place to cry
Away from any judge filled eye
I lay my head down in the grass
Forget about the reasons why
I’m watching all the clouds go by
I lay my head down in the grass

Oceans dry and turn to deserts 
Suns die out and disappear 
Left our homes for new endeavors
None as great as they appeared 
Joan in edit cut to early 
Paragraphs have disappeared
John in shipping called in surly
Now the orders fester here

Home, I’m going home
And I’ll sleep till the morning in rem
Then I’ll open my eyes
Home, I’m going home
And I’ll hide from the city alone
Till this vileness dies

Escapist

lead pencil on a page
wearing it down for days
receipts found in my car
stained napkins on a bar
beige coffee cold and bland
black ink smeared on my hand
eyes tired and burning red
I’ll sleep when i’m dead

I am the writer
you are the subject
emotion denier
the heart is an object
we are the exception
to every rule
I am the writer
you are the subject
it’s all about you
every word

down where the type is set
and light a cigarette
them pages weigh a ton
going to turn them one by one
old paper, yellow tint
dog ears and faded print
and when my numbers up
I’ll hang it up

I am the writer
you are the subject
emotion denier
the heart is an object
we are the exception
to every rule
I am the writer
you are the subject
it’s all about you
every word

I am the Writer

exhilarate
(mixed media artwork by: Luke C.)

we wake up early and the 
day has yet to break
we pack our treasured things
I don’t know what to take
we hike through the prairie full of
blue eyed grass and rye
and set up cameras 
and wait for brilliant skies

dawn has led us here
daylight drawing near
dusk will come to dress us all
in black and stir our fears
dawn can ruin our shot
day can ruin our shot
dusk can ruin our shot
we may as well shoot what we’ve got

I switch from from my breaker to my
parka after while
you notice me shiver and you
giggle and we smile
a sip of my coffee and the
sound of distant trains
and race for the shelter
when the clouds pour down their rains

dawn has led us here
daylight drawing near
dusk will come to dress us all
in black and stir our fears
dawn can ruin our shot
day can ruin our shot
dusk can ruin our shot
we may as well shoot what we’ve got

Exhilarate

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Simple Circuits 5 titles discovered!

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