Monthly Archives: September 2012

remission, Rejection, RELAPSE by Jeffrey Littrell

 

left to bleed out

ignored and dismissed

like trash set out on the street

 

it is a world

for the confident, the beautiful

the stout of character

not the plain or disfigured

not the weak, crippled outcasts

 

hemorrhaging

coughing up anguish

with black bits of emotional bile

 

breaking down

still further down

with frailty as evident

as hair-line cracks

on a sparrow’s egg


OLD SCHOOL COUNTRY BALLAD by Jeffrey Littrell

I’ve still got some hurtin’ to do

I still have some pain left inside

it stays in my dreams, it won’t leave it seems

no matter how hard that I’ve tried

I’ve still got some hurtin’to do

 

I’ve still got some tears left to cry

I can’t get her out of my mind

I’ve drank all my beer, her ghost is still here

her sweet perfume lingers behind

I’ve still got some tears left to cry

 

it’s time to get my life on track

get rid of this misery inside

I’ll work hard to lose, these broken heart blues

that she left me with, when she lied

it’s time to get my life on track

 

while I still have time on this Earth

I’ll try to live right and not wrong

stay away from bad places, and sweet tempting faces

until a good woman does come along

I’ve still got some loving to do

 

stay away from bad places, and sweet tempting faces

until a good woman does come along

I just wrote my first country song   J


SWEET SAVANNAH SUMMER SOLSTICE ( BALLET DANCER ) by Jeffrey Littrell

 

the smell of poppy-scented candles

wafted from hidden votives

my reflection was in her window

coyly masking hidden motives

 

in a turquoise mini-dress with pearls

and that perfume I adore

she kicked off her high heels

and laughing, pulled me to the floor

 

wrapped inside her sweet embrace

conquered and entranced

my head was spinning dizzily

yet my senses felt enhanced

 

your pirouettes and violent kisses

now linger on my mind

a sweeter tasting grape, I know

that I shall never find


LIKE HORSES by Jeffrey Littrell

 

like horses

swift and free

that roamed the western plain

with eyes ablaze

and hearts afire

side by side, we ran untamed

 

the whole world

belonged to us

the future held such promise

we stood up

against the naysayers

and every doubting Thomas

 

the journey

was the reward

we traveled many miles

we drank deeply of the wine

we endured

so many trials

 

now we’re older

our strength is waning

and we’re on two different courses

but our spirits will run together again

through eternity

like horses


THE OLD ONES by Jeffrey Littrell

an enduring sense of loss

a timeless sorrow shall remain

from the genocide of cultures

red apocalyptic rain

 

scars upon my heart

from wounds so long ago sustained

driven from the sacred land

where no buffalo remained

 

the spirits of my ancestry

still try to teach and guide

I feel a hand upon my shoulder

when my pain will not subside

 

late last night, I heard an owl

it’s mournful cry of warning

I feel The Old Ones coming soon

I laid awake ‘til morning


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