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No warning given, it began.
A small and feeble spark.
Tinder ignited and wind did fan.
A glowing ember in the dark.

The fields had grown both high and dry
The winds now shifted east.
And flames leaped up into the sky
And so was born the beast.

Fueled and gently stoked it burned
And nothing could impede it.
And to it's destination turned
Each breath it took did feed it.

Roaring off and heading east
Toward the rising sun.
Unstoppable by man or beast.
It cannot be undone.

Trails of smoke across the sky
Will mark it's fevered flight
And so the fire will burn and fly
Throughout the dogday's night.

When morning comes it's but begun
And it shall spread and grow
And all behind it lay in ash
That falls like winter snow.

And burn it shall, this wild fire.
Intense and hot and free.
And nothing now is there to do
But watch and let it be.

The earth it scorches cannot die
And in the char and wake.
New seeds will sprout and grow so high,
A lush new world to make.

I WENT TO WAR WITH A WALL

Don’t worry honey, I protect my life
With a concealed and well honed knife
No switch blade, just a steak knife we had laying around
But just like a switch blade it will bring a man down

Don’t worry honey, I know the street too well
When you walk with me can’t you tell?
The street agrees with me and I with the street
And sincerely the street and you should meet

It’s a place where animals get out for awhile
Away from a place of cement and tile
So they rush to the trough just like all of the rest
And then scurry back to their cage or their nest

None of them give a damn about anyone
They don’t even trust a priest or a nun
Wave the Monroe Doctrine in front of them and they wince
Because everyone there thinks they’re a princess or prince

So when I go to various venues to rob and tosteal
You know it baby, your lover is for real
Oh, and just in case I happen to fail
Make sure you can get money for my bail
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

A STAR LOST LOVER

Swear I to you the following be true
Just like a year there are many seasons
Well if the truth be made known to you
I love you for a litany of reasons

The way you would play little game
Perhaps just to keep me on my toes
The very first time I saw you I would know thy name
And no matter what I dubbed thee “Rose”

For none so grand as red amongst green
And a bud which was made to bloom for fame
I beheld you Rose but would not disturb the scene
Because you are glorious and I would not chance the blame

I’ve never held your hand because fate is fickle indeed
nor have I ever been wrapped by the warmth and comfort of you
For thee my royal Rose I would weep and/or bleed
And as all star crossed lovers I’d do that which they are forced to do

I’d stand afar yet observe and grin at your grace
With your loveliness and the graceful way you grow upon the vine
I wouldst feel blessed were I to place a smile on your face
And believe me Rose, I weep because you’ll never be mine
© 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

WHERE THEY KEEP THE MULTI-COLORED PILLS OF PEACE

I want to do something I’ve never done before
perhaps i'll hallenge the English Channel shore
I yearn to see a new lovely’s body with her clothes upon my floor
And I certainly don’t want to blow up any babies or participate in a war

I want to do something I’ve always wanted to do
maybe climb in a cage with two hungry lions at the zoo….
The last thing I want is to become Jesus Christ’s whore
And I reiterate that I don’t want to participate in a war

I’d like enough time and patience to watch a flower from seed to grow
And oddly enough I don’t care to know everything I should know
Life Is a more thrilling ride if you ain’t brilliant enough to offer anyone any advise
And I’d like to do something that could end my life to be concise

So here sit I on a chair thinking about what I’d do I’ve never before done
And needless to say, if I would never participate in a war I have no need for a gun
My hunger is salivating to do something new that I never chose to be done
Oh yes, I’d like to be secreted away in a closed and completely empty drug store
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

In your company,
I discovered a calm.
A sense of freedom,
Without any harm.

Love's petals are plucked
in fields of indigo rain
like a storm up on the mountain
with no shelter to be gained

AL DE LA MY LOVE


You and I had everything calculated and planned
We were just following fate and its every command
Two souls were going to find forever in an unexpected land
And neither of us would dare to defy destiny’s demand

We were supposed to last a lifetime together no matter what
That was this man and his lady’s predetermined plot
No one could rattle our teacups or shake up the place
Not as long as two lovers had the other’s embrace

I recall adding and subtracting and then reaching a perfect sum
We were sitting on a settee having biscuits and sharing one glass of rum
We shared everything including time, smiles and each other’s past
But simply because a person says “forever” doesn’t mean it will last

Because you hit a rocky road or a curve at too great a speed
You died and I didn’t believe death could be so easily decreed
We were acting in haste while all the time we thought, devised and planned and sadly together we will never find that forever’s clandestine land
© 2011.….~ Phreepoetry….free cee!~

I think I'll die before I live
from time to time, I suppose
life seems more take than give
a cynical opinion sometimes shows

Michael, Gabriel or Azrael may
come to bring me my pink slip
and leave my future in disarray
ticket punched for the return trip

yet if I can get the jump on it
go ahead and postulate anyhow
a posthumous life might better befit
than what I've got here right now

today's stance an intractable position
a life well lived, for argument's sake
could depart now of my own volition
and leave some witticism at my wake

then folks who knew me, not one iota
could say "just seemed to be so content"
"though lately colder than North Dakota"
"To hell is what I think was meant"

and maybe I'll live on in my words
to make life both meaningful and bold
'stead of day's living for the birds
a posthumous life a thing to behold

'course I might need to think again
considering all the prose and cons
my best thinkin' might be just insane
afterlife might be a big come on.

maybe it's not any better than this
my Shangri-La might be right here
too hard to look back and reminisce
if I just posthumously disappear

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-27

ALIBIES AND ALIASES

I’ve been a whore, a bore, a thief and a brute
Of that there seems to be little dispute
I’ve been lost at a cost and found upon the ground
And there’s very little argument to where I am bound

I’ve done things a real man ain’t supposed to do
I’ve been a liar, a letch, a con-man and a wretch too
I’ve stolen with only one goal in mind
While I’ve been unfaithful and unilaterally unkind

I’ve gotten anything that felt good enough to get
But I couldn’t be righteous, not even on a bet
I’ve been a soul out of control and out of good luck
Because I never gave a damn and surely never gave a fu*k

I never gave a f*ck about who I’d f*ck next
And as for a library of falsehoods I composed the text
I’ve been a whore, a bore and a brute for sure
And for what ails me there surely ain’t no cure
©2011.…~free cee!~PHREEPOETREE

as I skim the treetops
gazing all around
birds on nearby branches
joyfully sing their song

looking upwards on high
never ceases to astound
white clouds on a blue sky
looming in the background

glancing downwards
my vision contacts the ground
where water in a nearby stream
gently flows along

leaves that fell from the trees
have all turned to brown
dotting the green grass
growing on the ground

among the fallen leaves
some wildflowers abound
painting a lovely picture
leaving me spellbound