There Are Those Days

There Are Those Days
By: James Dubeau

There are those days
Where everything seems
To be going your way
But then
Brick by brick
It all comes tumbling down
Leaving me
Nothing
But
Bruised
And Battered

Thursday

Thursday
By: James Dubeau

Out and about
Margarita in hand
Music thumps
And bumps
As dancers
Jump and
Grind
New friends
Smile and
Laugh
Good times roll
On this
Half price
Thursday

Why Is There Snow

Why Is There Snow
By: James Dubeau

Why is there snow
On my car
This lovely
April morning
Please
Do not tell me
It is because
Wisconsin
Is where I call home
For there really cannot
Be any other reason
Than because
Mother nature
In all her glory
Sought to destroy
Bring me to my knees
With all the pain
And suffering
These frigid temperatures
Bestow upon me

On This Night

On This Night
By: James Dubeau

On this night
Of storms and such
I do want
To write so much
But my eyes
Grow weak and weary
Days been long
With rain and dreary
I must sleep
To gain my strength
Must be done
At any length

As I Lay Here

As I Lay Here
By: James Dubeau

As I lay here
Eyes awake
Thoughts and dreams
My soul does make
Sleep is needed
Which can’t be fake
Or soon the day will come
Where I will break

All Kinds Of Mess

All Kinds Of Mess
By: James Dubeau

Just like a kitten
Clutching the branch
You are just
Hanging in there
But there you are
Sitting tonight
Alone
Drinking your drink
Fine Jameson
With juice
From an apple
Tears streaming down
As those mental daemons
Ravage
Pillage
The soft defenseless
Inner workings
Of your brain
Buck up chum
Keep it steady
An even keel
For there is light
At the far end
Of this tunnel
We call life

Exhausted

Exhausted
By: James Dubeau

I
Am
Exhausted
Mentally exhausted
Physically exhausted
Emotionally exhausted

What is...

What Is…
By: James Dubeau

What is
This life
That I live
What is
This choice
That I made
What is
Happening
All around me
What is
Going on
Around here
What is
The course
To take
What is
Going to be
The outcome
What is
The meaning
Of it all
What is

No Update Today

Due to the death of a friend and overload of work I am unable to post today and my future posts over this next week will be spotty.

Dogfight

Dogfight
By: James Dubeau

Radios crackled to life
Relaying messages
As aircraft
Dove against each other
Machineguns blasting
Filling the air
With gunpowder
And bullets
Men shouted their status
Men shouted attack plans
Men shouted for assistance
Voices were full
Of aggression
Hopelessness
Pain
Voices that were cut off
In mid sentence
Mid word
Mid syllable
Nothing could be done
To save those lost
Those heroic men
Who gave their soul
For God
And country
Nothing
But listen
And remember

Night With Friends

Night With Friends
By: James Dubeau

Jack by the door
Jameson needing more
White sand washes
Across the floor
There are no fears
As the cheers
Ring across
Flowing beers
Tunes wave through
Cats meow and mew
All enjoy
A nice tasty brew
The night shall be good
Alls right in the hood
We will enjoy ourselves
As you would

The End

The End
By: James Dubeau

Heavy weight
In my hand
Cold steel
Against my flesh
My finger traces
Protruding metal
Feeling the curves
The grace
Few last wisps
Curl round my head
Putting a haze
On dim light
Filtering through
Closed blinds
Empty bottle
Stands alone
Upon my desk
The last man standing
In a long line of
Dedicated
Loyal
Soldiers
Cool metal
Presses against
My temple
In a flash
All is
Dark

The Candle Burns

The Candle Burns
By: James Dubeau

Days grow longer
Nights grow shorter
The candle burns
On both ends
Soon the wax
Will burn away
Leaving
Only darkness

What Can Be Said

What Can Be Said
By: James Dubeau

What can be said
That hasn’t already been said
What can be written
That hasn’t already been written
What can be done
That hasn’t already been done
How can anything
Be original
Unique
Distinctive
When I’m just not feeling it
Tonight
The challenge is beyond me

Driving Twice

Driving Twice
By: James Dubeau

Driving twice
The limit of speed
Through icy corners
And neighborhood streets
No cop will stop me
No cop will see me
For all cops will be
At the fire
Behind me
Watching the smoke curl
Over the streets
Onto the overpass
Blocking everything off
Watching the destruction
All is clear
In every direction
Only black ice
Snow banks
Other drives
And
Possibly
Whiskey
Stand between me
And getting home