The One Who Taught You Everything by RJ Hoffman I’m the One who taught you everything that birds can fly with lonesome notes crowds can flow for those commanding all the woes not withstanding I was taught by fear to hate those who would break … Continue reading The One Who Taught You Everything
Won’t you come daughter my son doesn’t come and see me I can’t see the sun and I lost everyone who needs me What I’ve said and done have come back to haunt me I may be helpless but I won’t believe it can break … Continue reading Daughter, Come and See Me
The Road of Time
Days pass over by wagon wheel, slow around the corners, slow in the mud, and my little one’s song softly ripples in my memory, her voice the wind on a prayer wheel spinning in my heart.
My neck is slumping lower from my shoulders and my legs aren’t so steady anymore. And there was a time I didn’t have to squint to see. Twenty years ago I started to come apart and I found myself coming together on these roads. And sometimes I get to feeling real lonely and longing for company, and then the road reluctantly leads me to town like a mother leading her child to school.
She sees there are men ahead standing in suits and wearing scars. I here her sob and I look back. She is gone.(bbc)
Some words I find obscure the glow
of ringing thoughts, diffused, that show
the things that cause the heart to grow
that reveal the things we’ll never know
Those words seem so clear to those
who teach, who preach, who hate to know
the thoughts, the minds, of those below
the givers that the groups bestow
Things don’t seem so amazing
when amazing is taught,
is something you should know.
And if all the world thinks you’re crazy
well, surely they’d be the ones to know.
POET CAPITALIST The creator, unacknowledged, poking holes in the sand, unaware of his giving to an unforgiving thief. Ideas and images that come with no license sifted through the minds of mimicking birds, cackling and droning multiple monster rebirths. That poet there, has become a … Continue reading Poet Capitalist
WHAT PUT THE LINES IN THE OLD MAN’S FACE?
In the punishing peace
Bloom and shrivel
with words and
Their lives framed
From cradle to cloak
Men from the grave
With drunken stories
To chide things
They never learn to see
Like blind seers teaching
With each passing hour
Of each passing day
Always to look forward
To something new,
How came the lines
on the old man’s face.
Ronald Hoffman from The Ballads of Barnabas Collins
button your coat and drink your wine.
dont get too much older before you find
another day’s closer then another day gone
soon you won’t remember this autumn song
October sun is closer in the field
days are getting colder and it’s harder to feel
a heartbeat in rhythm with the frozen blast
that the wind unleashes from the hourglass
So where’d we place the seeds of fortune
back when we had to hide our misfortune
the power that withstood the ringing bell
rushed us headlong towards our inner hell
you open the door and stop to stare
at the places you’ve been, the people who care
and the years seem to peal them all away
turns places to salt, faces to clay
scratch lyrics to Autumn Song by Barnabas Collins aka ronald jay hoffman