Mother

Mother, she called to me

Mother, she beckoned me

Mother, she held her arms out

Mother, she held me tight

After many long years

Her face I saw again

For one brief moment

Happiness, she gave to me

In her lap, my first words were spoken

Under her gaze, my first steps were taken

She blessed me with a good life

And said goodbye before I could remember

When I saw her again, after many a year

She held out her hand, and guided me in

My home, my world, my first breath of air

She gave it all back to me

And under her watchful eyes

I took a giant step

I looked back as I went down the new road

Mother, tears in her eyes,

She smiled at me...

Blue Nights

Beneath the Blue haze

The Purple Lady waits

Her lips smack scarlet

Green bills stain her hands

In the dead of the night

When the whole world snores

And the roads of the city

belong to the guns, the knives, the whores

The last cigarette she puffs

Waiting for her man to come

But the dusty road stays dusty still

And the mute dog stays dumb

With one hand on her cigarette
The other scratching the dog's ears

"I know 'tis late now, sweetheart

But I also know he will be here"

And so they waited

The mistress and her dog

Waiting to hear the master's footsteps

But the quiet night got quieter still

And yet those steps stayed away

When the last embers of the cigarette burnt out

And the dog lay down on her lap

The long awaited footsteps were heard once more

The man, after the long night, was back

Under his arms, he held a package

A promise for the lady and her dog

A spare blanket, a pillow, and one clean sheet

A few nights more

She'd sleep well

"Thank you, mister, you're ever so kind"

Said the lady beneath the purple neon sign

The dog wagged his tail

He'd sleep well too tonight

"Goodnight, you two," said the man, and walked away

Listening to two songs back to back by Phil Collins brought about this little piece. Inspired by Another Day in Paradise and Mama (Genesis).

Made of Tears

She cried

In that, she was lost

For you were made of tears

And those teardrops, she kissed

Now she holds them close

The teardrops that cling to her cheeks

The last remnant of you

For you were made of tears

In her eyes, she held you

For many a year

Her dreams, her fantasies

She shared with you

And then, that cold bristly night

She cried

And in that, you were lost

For you were made of tears

This post was inspired Joe Satriani's Made of Tears. Thanks to Annie for introducing me to that song.

55 Fiction: Good Morning

The morning sun was shining through the draped windows, and he could see her lying next to him. She was beautiful, and the sun bouncing over her made him wish he could stay like that forever, lying next to her.

"Alright, it's time to wake up," he said.

"Woof!" she answered, wagging her tail.

One Hundred

One Hundred days

One Hundred smiles

One Hundred broken eyes

One Hundred dreams

Ond Hundred mute sighs

One Hundred walks

over One Hundred roads

One Hundred trips

to One Hundred new shores

One Hundred pictures

of One Hundred memories

One Hundred pages

of One Hundred old stories

One Hundred emotions

that are One Hundred hands old

One Hundred days later

the countdown begins anew

I wait...

A warm cup of coffee
In the warm, bright sunshine
A friendly wave, a genuine smile
For the moment it all seems fine
But the world's a fragile place
And we don't seem to understand
That what may be ours today
Tomorrow might be out of our hands
In the ebb and flow of life
We must know what to hold on strong
For times are tough, and people walk fast
And life, sometimes, seems very, very long
So when I sit in that warm sunshine
And I wait for that genuine smile
The one that's followed me so long
The one I've been missing for a while
I wish that life wasn't so real
That for once, I'd know how to make amends
And hope, someday, to run back in time
And find myself with you, my friends...

160 - My Bitch

A jet black beauty
With soft brown eyes
I wanted to own her
Wanted to make her
My bitch
I stretched my fingers
And a cruel voice roared
“Watch it, man! She Bites!”

What can you say in 160 characters? (spaces included). I've seen this on Waystation's blog for a long time, but never before have I attempted anything of this sort. Until now.