Jack Daniel Filled Hope

Hope draws closer to another chance for a new romance to follow. With every pill I swallow, hope brings that sunshine into another mundane existence. The persistence of hope, the resistance of a lost resolution under the umbrella covering away the reign of negativity. I hope to dream a new dream, I hope to find a new beam of light watching hope shine through the night and scare away the pessimism. Living in a hope filled prison is no prison at all. It's giving myself away to something greater than I. Allow hope to reign washing tears of doubtfulness away. Sustain a love to gain, again hoping this one will lead to bliss never a lonely day, or gut wrenching dismay watching her play a new game of lay next to a new. Hope for hope is all I can do as another day elopes into a foreshadowed future of mine. Hope for hope in this last day as Jack Daniels washes the pills away...

Another pill swallowed as hope follows another tomorrow that may never be seen by a man like me, but who knows. Hope someone finds me before both bottles are empty and I'm just laying there with hope filled eyes, twitching away my life. Paralyzed before I die, but at least hope tears the tears away, drains the pain of missing her again. Hoping for that new love that never showed, prayed she would arrive through these vacuum filled emotions consuming every part of me. Swindled from the conjured up ill sentiment eroding me inside but why me? Be the bigger of us both looking upon a brighter future, suture up those old wounds and allow them to heal for the first time. Arrived at your house blood soaked jeans begging you to please look out of your window. Can't you see what you do to me? What a fool, you've hurt me and the only way to stop the bleed is you. But I guess it's all over now and all I can do is hope for hope as another day elopes into a foreshadowed future of mine. Hope for hope in this last day as Jack Daniels washes the pills away...

Texas Red Clay

A day begins with the glistening moist grass that has dew forming.

We lay on a picnic table from dusk till dawn we play, having fun in Mid May.

Red Texas clay parted from our footsteps while finding the perfect resting place.
Tuck dreams in a corner for a moment that shall last the rest of of our lives.
Not one hour, not even one minute, just a silent second that makes our world collide.
Take that and cannot divide it in half, nor thirds, just as one, thankful to be alive.
Scavenging for that four leaf clover, hoping all this becomes so true.
Just to be here sitting in the presence of someone, only you.
I can say this will be true and hopefully soon.
Stepping in Texas red clay together under the moon.