Archive for March, 2015

A LITTLE LIFE

March 30, 2015

A LITTLE LIFE

 

The light has left the room.
Must survive the gloom

He says he’s a dancer

A singer a prancer
Drinks my soda and eats my food.

He taps  and will shuffle left to right
Leaving the room with the light
dancing away into the night

Strangers paid to come right in
To help me and do what they can
Fear controls my young heart
God, I’m still afraid of the dark.

There are others living in this place
The rooms were small with little space
I couldn’t think and I couldn’t feel
All the time hoping to heal

The first 6 months I didn’t heal
Always asking if this is real
My hands don’t work, my arms are weak
I lost weight, and desire to eat
I could not sit I couldn’t stand
Referred to as a half a man

Disappointment tore at me

Nothing left for me to be

Stole my dreams, took my soul

Time to leave, time to go

How to escape this lasting pain

Leave this life, go insane

Bow to Jesus, hold the cross

Find the love, I have lost.

Find the beauty in her eyes

One more time before I die

Just one more time before I die.

Corky Riley

 

 

 

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LIFE’S COURSE

March 14, 2015

LIFE’S COURSE

I can’t wait to see whats next for me.

Will the next shoe drop as foretold?

Will life start to slow even more as I grow?

Is the gray just a warning I’m old?

Does it matter to you  when you search for the blue

that once decorated my eyes?

Are the lines in my face so far out of place,

my photos don’t match them at all?

You never held back the touch of your hand

or  your fingers that ran though my hair.

Your eyes never lied when they looked deep inside

knowing all I loved and the care.

Yes the kid came in play toward the end of the day.

The music has not been this loud.

I wrote to a friend, to a famous friend.

She answer I’m as gray as the clouds.

The truth never lies, you speak with your eyes.

Green is the color of love.

Time to depart.

To pack up my heart. I’ll move closer to you in the dark.

With tears to be shed for the losses I dread.

Quitting is not in my head.

Life belongs to me, I remember the sea.

The streets we pushed up and down.

The hills that we climbed, the nights drinking wine and

the days just fooling around.

With hardly no money, now it seems funny

we spent whatever we had.

On weekends we rested and sometimes we slept in.

On weekends we visited dad.

The music is playing reckless its leading.

Our souls spinning out of control.

We have a new member a new family member everyone calls him Bo.

Its a new life beginning, nothing like wining.

Looking to heaven above.

Angles are flying, kneeling and praying.

Signing to Him with our Love.

Corky Riley