The Adventures Of Red Writing Hood

Two trees hunker side by side, Their branches entangling. Complicated love. She is small, with a leafy skirt. Folds of fabric curl up on the ground. Her skirt is a shelter if you can get through the layers of green ribbons. There is a whole new world underneath. She takes risks and the others take advantages. It isn't the smartest way to hurt. A hand fondles her hair and her clothes, But she brushes it off as her body shivers.  Wet.  Cold.  Rain. She is beautiful, but she weeps. The other tree has a strong body and long, muscular arms But he is gentle.  The smallest find their homes in his trunks and on his branches. He is strong.  His arms enveloped her. Cover me in your scent Let me breathe in your beauty He is tall, but yet not tall enough, to shield her from the rain. Sometimes he must be cut to grow bigger and stronger again. Women learn from heartbreaks but men from breaking hearts.  This time he says: I will stay, I will grow.   Grow tall enough to c

As words are slipping out of reach I continue rearranging them Wondering if I should be changing them To make them make more sense Words are melting from my mind But the feeling is not left behind I part my lips as if to say... Oh how the words have run away Scampered off into the great unknown Off the often trodden road To the abyss of the unknown The words to express are like a star So beautiful they don't deserve a name No words can tell you who they are But the look in one's eyes when they fall upon you... you'll never be the same No words can describe the luxury of holding you in their gaze No words are strong enough No meaning deep enough I part my lips as if to say... Oh, how the words have run away You're beautiful today

Port Angeles Come where the trees are always green and the oceans always blue Where the crystalline nights form icicles on the rims of the houses Where many wander the streets in sadness A place of beauty, a people of tears Rich soil of diamonds and gold, scraped at with the fingernails of the hopeful Rich sky of stars to brighten the eyes, reached for by the dreamers but never caught Rich land of plenty with a history to be known, slipping from the grasps of the keepers Time is like the clocktower-- always ticking, never changing The streets are busy with the cars of the lucky, the feet of the lonely And the homes of the lost Come where the fish used to jump out of each towering wave Come where the dam rose up and where it fell Come where the grass is always greener The wind is always light Unlock the code of the port of angels To raise its people from their stoned stoned state So they can raise their children to raise this town from it

The railway rattles beneath the earth, hidden from the sky My eyes are closed but I don't sleep. I hear them whizzing by I wish they’d stop at my place where I’m waiting to be found I think about their mission in the modern underground I know they’re here beneath me and will catch me if I fall They surely must be watching, I’m closed up in these walls And sold because I can’t fight back, and can’t because I’m small And in the cold, I cry and think they won’t come after all My wrists are raw with ropes.  A number is my name And I hear the train go chugging as it leaves the way it came Tears no longer reach my eyes, my heart is cold as stone I want to run away, but this is all I've known And so I wait forever while the train goes chugging by Freezing on the floor, I want to break my chains and fly Oh come to me sweet underground and soothe me when I cry Please come and save my soul before I drown in tears and die Operati