The sky was a painting of blood and steel

The sky was a painting of blood and steel
When they met on the barren plain below
The dragon with violet sails for its glossy wings
The knight with a verdigris spray for the plume on his helm.
Something had long been stolen, its return much ached for;
They’d meet to do battle and decide its final fate.
The dragon moved first, pouring to pass fire
In a great and terrible sea from its jaws.
The knight raised his shield as he dropped into a crouch
And weathered the storm before charging forth.
Sword met claws with a ringing metal cry
Lance buckled beneath the valiant swipe of a tail.
The dragon bled between scales, bellowed to the sky
And the knight wept as he burned in his armor.
The sky had gone black by the time the battle was won
The knight tumbled to the ground without any sound
The dragon, wounded and limping, dug through his bags
Drew out an egg, long-cold and unquicken, with claws as gentle as feathers.
The last flames poured from its tired jaws
To wake the young dragon down inside.
And so it waited, beside the knight and under sky,
For the future to hatch and come forth.

The lights, they bit at my eyes

The lights, they bit at my eyes.
My stomach noted and twisted.
As if the lights were causing the nervousness.
Then I felt the weight of a possible failure.
No not just me,
But the others just about to tell a story without words.
Then I looked down to my friend.
She was shining,
The light reflecting of her brass skin.
She softly whispered to me saying,
Tell the story.
Do your job, so I can do mine.
This is the time to shine,
Just like I do.
My strength came.
The lights retreated.
I told the story,
Those who listened stood.

Swift Concerns

She closed her eyes and blew a wind of cold air,
The thoughts on her mind turned like bicycle wheels.
A scoff, only thought on her mind,
What has this turned to? Our world has gone mad,
Bonkers and crazy some shall say.
We’re turned from ourselves,
Into monsters, a mere reflection of what we want to be.
Disappointed in what she sees before her
A world of tragic mystery,
No one will ever know what turned the people.
It was like a plague of its own,
Spreading until we all walk like clones.
Twerking and swag, yolo and gang signs,
Our kids have been brainwashed
Like mindless aliens, lost in a universe we know nothing about.
Created by a higher power, a man in charge.
 
Walking down the street she sees,
A man of wonder, and tragedy,
Seeing something no one else will see.
Sitting on the street corner, swimming in his tears,
He cannot muster the words to explain,
But he knows just how we live.
Like clay in the hands of a child,
Molding to the way he wants, doing what he like.
We will always do as we see,
Because this world has turned to hopeless tragedy.

The Ride of a Lifetime

A bright and early morning, the smell of fresh hay,
We were heading out for the first ride,
Two best friends mounted on their steads.
I could smell the fresh leather saddle, bridal, and hat
My mind in another place, I never thought it would end that way.
We were riding down the old dirt road,
I could smell the moisture in the air, fresh from the night before.
Patting her neck, Ruby was calm, happy, and mighty as ever.
We rode and rode, down the muddy path
I saw the house, close in range, not too far,
But as I looked up, Ruby began to prance, skittish
She got nervous, the mud was slippery,
I could feel her getting scared between my legs as she reared up.
I yanked on the reins, moist wet leather between my fingers
She neighed and whined until I let up
But just as I did, she jumped, I could feel the cold hard ground beneath me.
Just as I looked up, Megan was running,
Yelling and screaming to see my condition,
Warm blood ran down from my nose.
We ran to the house, finding the horses waiting at the trailer,
Jittery and jumpy they awaited our arrival
Running my hand down her cold mane,
How was I supposed to be angry?
She was only reacting to the world around us.

A Pink Kind of Mother

Shiny and bright, appealing to the eye,
she is always close to my heart, hanging in a way.
Bright and happy, no one can deny,
she is a pink necklace mother to me.
Like the jewelry, she hangs in my heart,
sometimes shiny in attention, but never too much.
She will listen, she will talk,
always in my company when I need her.
She is a pink cat mother to me.
The smell is contagious, as well as the looks,
she is beauty, radiant, and gorgeous, without even trying.
Reminding me of hair spray,
overwhelming but addictive, a unique kind of smell.
She is a pink hair spray mother to me.
The month of August, warm and bright,
it’s never too hot with a breeze that will welcome,
just like a mother and daughter.
She is a pink August mother to me.

Friends

though the craziness that this world is
the best thing God gave us was a friend
when you feel like you're going to frizz
they are there with a hand to lend
and your heart they can always mend
oh my dear friend thank you for being there for me
you happen to be the bee's knees.

Welcome, Welcome

Welcome, welcome to my mind.

A place were many things hide.
A place were only I can be unwind.
Its a place were I can peacefully abide.
But only when I'm inside.
Inside away from others words.
Away from the trampling herds.
So I decide to hide inside my mind