Lines

"Lines crossed are nothing more than mere "T's", or so I've heard." -- BM

When It Rains

When it rains it's time...to listen
to everything that moves;
the heart beat of my inner self
and my horses restless hooves.

Astride a horse so huge and high
that only rain can reach my place.
I'm blessed to love this gentle rain
I listen, I feel my God's embrace.

That rain that falls on tree tops
and filters to the ground
just feeds the needs of mortal cares
with a rain's unique, soft and steady sounds.

I listen cause I feel the need
to stop from time to time
and rain tells me to cease my day
like a big red life stop sign.

So here I am a happy man
with nothing new to say,
but rain helps me get through life
in wet, but soul surviving ways.

Coffee

Brewed with a vengeance,
a lovely old tar.
Just my invention,
melted tires from my car.

The taste of my morning,
a sip then I chew,
thirty-two chomp times
Ahhh, my darkest of brews

A final tongue lashing,
a deep breath to get ready.
A hard swallow to measure
the rush as it steadies.

Pleasure comes swiftly,
as the caffeine begins.
I awaken to morning,
as this dream potion kicks in.