Burning Leaves
The winter turning and churning in its
Cold and hail fresh chilled breeze
Swept away against the hot rush of
Smoke rolling from the burning leaves
Burning the deadened debris its
Spark and ignite the kindling sleaze
The fire soon to roar and crackle
As logs under the licking flames are seized
The clearing smashed on snow and ice
The blazing heat dampening the freeze
This tired final resting place of a
Traveling soul to where his journey’s pieced
Cigarettes
Love lies and too many cigarettes
The death of liars too many stories left
I’ve got a girl to hold now forever
She’s there to keep me safe
From my own harmful self
She’s a Poet– like many lovers are
I’m a lover– like many losers are
She can’t lose– Too much of a fighter
I’ve lost it all– Cant fly much higher
Than the sinking depths
Of nothingness
` No other High
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