taste my words they're not for sale
test my life i'm sure i'd fail
if it were not for love and grace
my past would surely scream
...
quite dizzying actually
x
cited cyclone but,
terfly love2nomore
...
love's heart is inhumane it
disembarks the jealousy train
we humans feel a sting of disdain
but the heart of love is inhumane
...
i'm done and undone
my soul cries out for redemption but
i know who i am
are you happy now that lights are flashing
...
Musician-songwriter, aspiring poet P. Blake Martin lives with his wife and children in the south-central mountains of New Mexico. He is also a documentary video producer, works in multimedia theater production and teaches language arts to a homeschool co-op group.)
Cross-Quarter Day
taste my words they're not for sale
test my life i'm sure i'd fail
if it were not for love and grace
my past would surely scream
entangled vines beyond the fence
ensnare unwitting feet that press
with eyes' stern stare horizon bound
yet trampling sacred ground
stumbling grass and tripping woods
gathering flowers and selling goods
criss crossed freeways and daffodils
while pantry drawers and shelves lay bare
witness to our fallen lair
chin up girl you'll get your chance
but for now
all you have
to do
is dance