MiStY

My uncle James Shuler- I Will always love you. Passed away- Oct 5, 2007

I have created a page for my uncle James where you can now hear his beautiful songs. Please stop by and visit thanks.
http://www.myspace.com/jamesshuler
James Shuler's Art
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Here is two poems James wrote-Poem: Still Life By: James ShulerFlipping plastic pages, a still life calls me home A mother's voice echoing down a long hall that's short and narrow now Colored glass, yellowed photographs, haunted faces an old tree house, a tire swing a car-sick ride was everything to make your head swimLong walks over short winding trails that led to Heaven Talking off your ear with long-winded tales -a grandpa you couldn't get away from Wipe the dust away, watch the rust away the tin roof loved ones flown away, images swam astray Still they stir within youA made-up playground, imaginary friends watch for poison ivy, kicking the can a faithful old dog, parties you miss borrow Dad's car, the first time you kissed Flipping plastic pages, a still life....The Sandcastle Princess By: James ShulerA castle not tall, not bold -on a fragile foundation at the edge of a moving world- is not sure yet whether to stand or fall The young princess dwelling there -as if fashioned from the air- ascends the stairs to sit in the towers and gaze pass the gates She grows old in the hours but patiently waits and fancies her prince across the land (which in truth is not fields but meadows of sand)Now after the years she sadly hears the thunderous roar threatening the shore the tide rushes in, recedes -her castle stands no more- And with her castle her dreams too washed away And if you ask her she'll tell you love is worth the trouble to make it worth the pain.

Poem: For My Uncle James (Fly to the Angels)Paths crossed are meant to be unbroken through steps of time the soul must leave without saying a goodbye. I knew you for 32 good years now I must say my final farewells in a funeral home made for your soul's final rest then your spirit took flight to Heaven with wings of glory.There isn't much to say today as I wait to see you in the funeral home all I want God to do is give me the strength to make it when I see you lying in the coffin dead with your soul gone to Heaven standing beside grandma's eternal life.You are at peace now above but I cannot see you so I cry lots of tears and remember the times you sent me and my husband 30 dollars each year for Christmas sometimes we didn't have money at all and the 30 dollars helped us my heart remembers this and it shows me you did care for me and even though I can't see or hear you now I know you are right beside me in spirit and holding me through all this pain and heartache.I just want to say I love you James and thank you for the good times and for loving me true to the end of your life. Though you died young and left this world to soon I know Heaven is a much better place to be but it will be hard without you to talk to.It will be hard not to hear your voice when I want to give you a call. I don't need a phone now though if I want to talk to you I can just talk and you will hear me day or night anytime. I know you are happy in Heaven above. I love you James thank you for your special memories.©Misty LackeyJames ShulerJoy Amber Moon Earth SilverSight Hue U Love Every RayJames, I just want you to be happy in HeavenPoem: To Save Your SoulTo save your soul I'll go first because I want to meet you in Heaven so there isn't much to ask of me I will go first so we can be together one day in Heaven free.This one thing I will do because of love the light must shine through. This world holds a lot of stress, burden, and pain that is why I will go first in front of God and I will speak your name.I love you and I don't want to see you go to hell so I will go first without any dread or last will. I love your heart. I love your mind. I love your spirit and this I will find. In sight there is my mother, there is my God. I no longer weep I have found my home at last.Dry away your tears. I didn't get to say to you goodbye one day we will meet again because for you I gave my life. I want us to meet again so I will go to Heaven first. You must live for God this you must. In you I will trust. Save your soul with open arms dying, flying awake in the arms of a lasting God! ©Misty LackeyPoem: Are Your Bones Decaying to the Tired Cold Earth?Are your bones decaying to the tired cold earth? Do you weep? Do you hurt? Are you alone in the arms of an angel? I am with the earth spirit wind pushing the sun asking for night's friend.Life is a bitter change autumn turns to winter and the leaves brush the scent of gray to Heaven's stay.Are you ok up in Heaven I long for you. I cry. I know you are happy singing I just feel so empty inside. Is your body in the ground turning to bones how long does it take is that time old like our soul?If flowers could sleep they would ask for more time maybe even a touch of rain. If there was life they would breathe the tear and no longer hide.Your hands were so beautiful an artist to believe. Your voice had meaning the angels fly around you with joy. I just can't help but wonder about the soul I know you are in Heaven and I think about your body in the tired cold grave I wish I could give you comfort. I wish I could save your bones for love that's all I would want. You are in heaven yea I know but I still wonder how long does it take the body to turn to dust through the freezing rain and snow? (Cold, freezing, the last born face) ©Misty LackeyPoem: Death is like SuicideIf I had one wish tonight I would ask for my uncle to be with me again and I wouldn't have to cry.I wish I could turn back the hands of time before God took my uncle home. I wish I could have said I love you but it was God's plan so I won't argue with God He knows what's best.When God decides to take us home there is no slow moment but a quick one. My uncle didn't have to suffer he went fast with his angel.I cry a lot of tears. I miss my uncle. He was a true art. One of a kind. My dad hurts and I see him cry and cry.I wipe away tears of pain. I see my life as a beautiful thing. It takes death to bring you to your knees when you miss that special loved one it makes you give God time to breathe.Open the door, God you are welcomed here for me. I have changed my life now one day I want to see my uncle. I want to be set free.It takes a lot of hurt to bring you down only asking for answers. Looking for higher ground. If I had one sound I could hear it would be my uncle James I never knew how much death could hurt me so much inside I feel so empty like black suicide. This is how I feel so broken and torn life is a door. An angel with stare.Life is so beautiful but I am unable to breathe for air. Decaying inside bones of rigid art. Flickering the dust broken in two.I miss my uncle and I don't know what to do. I am so broken inside the best of me is left blue. The colors are empty a shadow of night. I miss the best part of life death has taken a piece of my heart, a piece of my soul. I loved my uncle now this heart is in doom from his last day.Standing broken with life. Death is like suicide it hurts you like a knife to your side or a glance with the crash. Death is hurting this heart I cannot ease the emptiness inside.All the pieces my uncle filled are gone. When my uncle left to Heaven he took a part of me with him the beauty is there with him. The crying is here. I loved him. I have to go on. My dad must be strong.It takes the sun to give you day. It takes the night to give you sleep. It takes love to give you happiness. It takes death to cause you pain. But there is one thing for sure death will come to us too it just cuts inside ugly with tears on the floor. You feel like your life has died too. Black is black and red is love. Red and black clash together a loved one's birth and then death that scary sound I don't want to hear.Death is like suicide I cannot pull the knife out. My heart is not beating. The ghost is within. Closing my eyes. Death hurts. I rage the flight. ©Misty LackeyPoem: Happy to be in HeavenI am overtaken by depression a punch in the stomach. A kick to the grass. I am overtaken by sorrow and I am falling too fast.Unable to breathe I am asking God for the light. I look for something more to end this battle of fight.The tears are like rain without the sun to give light. The voice without sound a faith to rebound. My heart is raging in fear. I listen to glory bells bring cheer.Standing to God without choice or a wall. The wings start to form and I fly to Heaven forevermore.I no longer have depression. I am now set free from birth flying to fair weather. The earth is no longer sleep. Taken by Heaven God's face. Mama's touch. I am in the arms of an angel with uncontrollable love.I left a lot here on earth now it is time to fly and fly happy in Heaven depression is no longer a scar.One day I will meet you again. Don't cry for me. Don't cry please. This one thing I ask of you. I am in the arms of Jesus. No more suffering. You will be with me this I know so wipe those tears away. I will see you again one day. Heaven's only a step away so be ready God will take you home and you too can grow your wings and fly like me in Heaven.©Misty LackeyPoem: AngelYou are my angel a guiding light. The path to see me through to make everything beautiful in sight.You are my angel always with me morning and night I have no fear because you are close to me near.You are my angel I love you sent from above to make it through. This life is hard a battle to fight but with your wings I can move on to safe ground. In touch with God a beautiful sound. Glory to your angel you are with me always. ©Misty LackeyPoem: Life is like a FlowerLife is like a flower you bloom and then you die under the sun withering away to dust two feet facing the sun to Heaven.Morning's new light an angel with wings taking flight. Life is gone in a blink of an eye. The ones you love leave you crying without an answer of why.Looking to God for some answers he is the only rock to lean on, the God that created and gave breath to face death is an everlasting eternal soul.Brushing aside the clouds of rain flowers on the grave tears of agony and stain. Regain in the moment looking to the sky for a sight of strength. A gaze of remain. Time is a precious life enjoy it while you can you don't know when it might be your last when Jesus decides to pick the flower from sand.The soul is a seed without water or care it is long forgotten left to wish and ask for wear. Silver wings. Golden light. Loved to Heaven. On earth never forgotten?When a loved one leaves us lets always remember them. Comfort the seed. Show the love because up above their love still grows.I believe the soul is set free and once into Heaven God has his flower a beautiful pick. He is the creator of all things.©Misty LackeyThe Sum Of James Shuler By: Dwayne LackeyHis storm was over early leaving only questions why. Sending loved ones on a search for answers in the sky.Grieving is a journey of a grander spanned when you're stranded on the shore walking circles in the sand.He left behind a song that is sung in every heart that he touched with music and had a chance to be a part.His legacy will forever live in the creations that he made all the pictures he painted and the songs he played. To choose the sum of James Shuler out of many things would be a brush, pen with paper, and six guitar strings.This is how he touched us. This is what he left behind for us to cling to when it's him we want to find.He still lives in the paintings and the poems that he wrote for always he will linger in every musical note. Within the sum of James Shuler his heart to us still sings through a brush, pen with paper, and six guitar strings.Poem: An Artist in Heaven Above By: Dwayne Lackey For James ShulerTime was precious in the hour when death came around too soon. Tears gathered up with power to dance in the light of the moon.Hearts were shattered and broken for a man that was loved so much. His future as written was spoken to awaken from death's touch. Don't cry for now he's an angel in the holy kingdom of God forever he will walk eternity upon it's golden sod.When it's time the Lord plucks his flowers those souls ready on earth to come home to their father in Heaven to breathe a brand-new birth. To say goodbye is hard we will miss him but our hearts will keep him near of his love we will be reminded with each and every falling tear.Now there's an artist in Heaven with painted wings he will fly making his way with each stroke of beauty through the Heavens to no longer cry. Down here our tears will gather in a pool of remorse and love as God and all his glory greets an artist in Heaven above.That Sad October Day By: Dwayne LackeyThey walked a little slower in their stride was a lack. Their mood brought me lower as they went along in clothes so black. Up through the valley in the middle of the pouring rain heading toward a purpose while shedding tears of pain. I couldn't believe the sorrow this brought before my eyes as I watched a grieving family say their final goodbyes.They all gathered in a circle to surround an empty grave that would soon hold a loved one in moments of death it's hard to be brave.The preacher spoke his peace to every tear-filled eye. A lot of grace and comfort in every word he tried to apply. It was hard to hold my composure. My heart felt so slain as I stood there in that graveyard in the middle of the pouring rain. Many words went unspoken because there was nothing I could do or say as I stood there lost in silence on that sad October day.Misty Lackey's Two Poetry Books For Sale Online At LuLu. Shade of the Moon Cross and Beyond the Grave. Below Are Both links where you can order my poetry books.

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Whispers from Within-http://www.lulu.com/content/328203

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The Paper's Pregnant Conceiving Words

Next time wear
your socks when it
rains the sun's golden
ray absorbs all we know.

Black and white mother
fathering art's distant
child.
Shadows reaping leaves
quiet and unloved her
heart bares leaves.
Colors of winter.
Clouds of rain.

Five toe sock mother
earth's step where
she's exposed naked
from birth,
crying coins of poverty.
The sky rakes evergreen
stems.
Nature's remorse for
vision's eye.

Clanking still born,
rust to
cherry wine.
Blistering ash rock.
Dust a fable gust of
hell plating mar mask
Pluto cars.
Stripping life to kill
the soul.
Flames provokes
anger's rage.

Faith's body burns
printing wind.
Anchors destroyed.
A rose to spring.
Sin.

Deserved mistreatment
the bruised rainbow's
innocence accomplished
vibrant chance piled
miles barricading time.

©Misty Lackey

Still Born Tears

Criminology, a critique.
Deformation, an illusion.
Glamorize, glorify a healer.
Marveling galaxy stars.
Noiseless sleeping eyes.
Comic critical confusion.
Contend to mindless anger.

Crucible demi-loved heart.
Diffusion, skies divined art.
Fabrication face-lifting birth.
Half-moon, horse-hair shadows.
What is love? A housebroken vase.

Lady's slipper, milk-glass motherhood
approval.
Obtainable off-print silence.
Sun-room, autumn's sunshine.
Womanhood wintergreen winter.
Wind-storm bullet to the wisdom.

Mother listen, Like a gun to the head
I need the desire,
I need the disease.
Warm delicate wings
sling the fair weather
dove.

Still haunting empty hands.
Mothers cry for stimulation.
Stirred recovery.
Still born creation.
Alone standing loved
by God.

Mothers listen to
the air.
Listen to your
words and follow
the road to love.

©Misty Lackey

Paper Tears

Eclipse echoes.
Intersection sidewalks.
Obscurity vanity
scriptural heart
wearisome wall-eyed
candle wearable for
gas fit like a queen.
Thrummed breath.
Ivory tear.
Lip-read love
oily old age fire.
Turnip sandbag flower
rip-roaring to sound.
Toilsome anger.
Torrent faith.
Transit star.
Removable glare.
Replaceable sadness.
Longevity wait.
Still born by hands of time.
Tear stained haunting guitar.
Tavern turn spit trumpet
teeth balanced ultraviolet
colors.
Unavoidable depression.
Weather-beaten shell.
Yawn zebra.
Zodiac sign.
Zuni.
Zest curtain.
Yearning for comfort.
Yew a past time sorrow.
Starve till death
defies.

Obtain names.
Liberation.
Imagery immense
faces.
Ideal hands.
Glossy fingers
gleams footprints.
Broken time.
Goodbye.
God-speed
gratify earth
repeating death.
Filling voids.
A fertile end.

©Misty Lackey

Bob Dylan's French Kiss

Bob Dylan's french kiss
mixed with plastic soda
and beans.
Drinking solid newspaper
jeans young girl wants
to be inside the scream.

Fade to color
the scene
turns black.
Attack of the bees
honey singing to
the cows.
I want to be your
makeup girl we can
sing until the sun
blows pearls.

Bubbles blowing
the doors of candles.
Music flames for
our butterflies.
Wear the note
and the french kiss
danced from the moonlight
of your tongue.

Restless angels.
Love's arrows.
Swing to me again
and tangle the breeze
with your magic covered
stick.
Butter meets the melt.
Heat for the present day.
Summer hot babes
but your tongue is born
to rain.

Falling the swift stars
of earth.
Shining the lips of
silver wrapped for
presents of skin.
Piece by piece
young virgin sleeps.

Reminder you can dance
like a cat and lick your last
bones.
Lock up the chains and
sleep with the fire's night
light on.
Dylan the star of the belt
hold the tie and loop through
the fabric of teeth.
Soft like your hair between
the two chairs.
I want to be your shampoo
between your french kiss
young blood and perfume.
Fresh night moon shining
under the black sweet
truth.

Two blue shoes on your
last history feet.
Walk on the sun and listen
to your heart beating spots
of tragic age or a sweet voice
blessed us and we know the
last ride home is you.

©Misty Lackey

Hello My Name Is Buttercup Misty's Cockatiel- Watch me Dance to Blues Music-

Emily Dickinson
1005
Bind me- I still can sing-
Banish- my mandolin
Strikes true within-
Slay- and my soul shall rise
Chanting to Paradise-
Still thine.
1001
She rose as high as His Occasion
Then sought the Dust-
And lower lay in low Westminster
For Her brief Crest-
A girl I work with Kira wrote this poem.
I told her to write a poem and here's what
she come up with. Poetic words!

POEM: BLACK AND WHITE BUTTERFLIES

BLACK AND WHITE BUTTERFLIES
TWIRLING IN THE BREEZE
DANCING ON THE DEW DROPS
HANGING FROM THE TREES

BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON
SINGING WITH THE BEES
ABOUT SOMETHING FAR AWAY
JUST BEYOND THE SEAS

ONE LITTLE BUTTERFLY
GETS DOWN ON HIS KNEES
PROPOSES TO HIS SWEETHEART
ASKING MARRY ME PLEASE

SHE'S THE SNOWY DANDELION
WHO HOLDS ALL THE KEYS
TO HIS HEART AND SOUL
WITH VERY LITTLE EASE

THEY'LL HAVE A LOVELY WEDDING
INVITING ALL THE LITTLE CHICKADEES
WHO'LL FLY SOUTH SOON AFTER
BEFORE THE WINTER FREEZE

THEY'LL RETURN FROM THE HONEYMOON
ABOUT WHICH EVERYONE WILL TEASE
AND HIBERNATE ALL WINTER
AND CATCH LOTS OF ZZZZZZZZZ

WHEN THEY WAKE UP IN THE SPRING
THEY'LL VISIT THEIR FRIENDS THE FLEAS
AND LAUGH AND JOKE AROUND
USING LOTS OF HA'S AND HEE'S

OFF TO COLLEGE THEY'LL GO
TO GET A COUPLE OF DEGREES
AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER
WHILE DRINKING LOTS OF TEAS

©KIRA DILLS

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Bob Dylan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Smashing Pumpkins!)

Smashing Pumpkins Live at The Orange Peel on 2007-06-24 (June 24, 2007) Live Concert Audio- http://www.archive.org/details/tsp2007-06-24.mk4.flac16

I went to the Smashing Pumpkins concert on June 24, 2007 in Asheville, NC at the Orange Peel. It was amazing! Thanks Billy For the cute smile and wink at me when I was filming. Love you. Here is photos below from the show that I took.

Here's some videos from the show. I also turned the camera sideways to give a creative effect. I was two rows from the stage right in front of the speaker so yes the speaker was rocking ;-) But my main goal was just to get some close eye view videos for you guys out there.

Blessings to a great friend on My Space that made me some layouts. Here is her logo below. Thank you Deb

Visit John's Art at http://pwrmek.deviantart.comWisteria Wind

Autumn's cachet blanket.
Camber candlelight.
Deadwood deceased
decoyed erectile sun.
Innocent to love.
Innocent to lie.
Tactful to desire.
Tagged numb, defeating
the personality's phenomenon.
Windswept rugged screen.
Seamstress knife.
Sun-god.
Xenon morning.
Yacht breeze.
Vaseline vase.
Vacant, alone.

Valuable vantage
velvet winter.
Wire-puller socks.
Witty scarf.
Womanhood of
freedom.
Wooden hearted
woolen wrinkle.
Wistful withdrawal.
Tongue-tied tonic
star-crossed starvation.
Stainless wounds.
Stagnant hands.

Remained calm.
Dying elusive rapture.
Windowpane shadows.
Wishbone wiretapper
devil worldly alone.
Wisteria wind.

©Misty Lackey

Amethyst Mirror's Reflection

Purple office cardinal positioned
the bishop’s Farewell.
Two cents for a pocket full
of roses crimson red like
the rocket's flaming cloud.

Showy novels of Slash to
the eye covered up with
ash Fat Slit's bruised train.
Hush my darling
to live this life is through
the public eye parading
rusted boots and empty hands.
Where can I get last night's meal
destiny for hunger born to flee.
Clothes fit for the highest queen
smoking weed by the willow tree's
Catholic Church.
Royal to the purple tree's ambition.
Ruler for God.
Carriage of souls
Stag's a headless wig.
Statues of treated
love.

Amethyst low- minded
town the best gem around
is a dirty mind.
Decent to expose indecent
restrained hands decorating
lights bay of ruptured
dreams.
Stars awarding dedication
through mercy.
Have mercy on the dying
love is here but souls are
flying watching the skies
turn to maple green there is
no shot of heaven only
a sin of day.

I would say I have a purple
heart the best color to
shine for God.
Devil's horns vulgar to
the ear.
Wicked cultured days.
Gross innocent night.
Earthly disease takes
people to flight stimulating
cries and no suggestive
word to God.

Steamy morning of love.
Dying child in need.
Bland fragile tears
sexually arousing
exotic lips.
Strange times we
are living in.
Sexual pleasure for
the mind that's all
the body needs to
rest in sleep.
Rousing skin
defying place.
Fleshly innocent
lust in need for
change.

Dull or ugly
I feel so alive
beautiful beyond
the soul buried
within the heart's
life.
Ornate between
the mirror and
soul, look inside
the key dashing
to road's we go.

Restrained from
a moment’s endless
battle.
Fancy, a florid lamp
eyes the wall's
swollen word.
Plain high-flown
windy winters.
Bones underground
that can't be seen
polished to gold
their bodies
a scheme.

Our soul is a coat
honored figures
from God's hand.
An outweighed devil.

Flowery cosmic
petals affected
by love.
Lost without inflated
earth.
Vast tomorrow's
gloomy emotion.
Waxen the skin.
The image of you.

©Misty Lackey

Ghost of Glass EyeYou pulled me suffering lying on the pillow crying with tears of joy. You loved me stiff-hand-roll- paralyzed like thunder through God's cloud.What made you so bright? Moving on to the light from the gun. Should you take it all? Rage the mind and shoot dead your head against the bed? Blood everywhere. You are right and wrong but Heaven is not the light to belong.I tried burning your wings on the sofa but your eyes wouldn't leave so I covered your stick with clovers and fake bees.You were like honey so warm inside. The bullet was a door. I couldn't arm the wicked. Engaged to float your body to air higher and higher the disease of fire.Brushing aside your body you were always tired. Always sad for suicide. Always dead the frame of art instant to recover the sin.I couldn't explode your root, you were like a flower blooming forever afraid to burn you was.I planted an ocean under the earth and cast the stones to satan's rebirth.The soul is wet and bruised torn to be washed to cold truth.I watched the wings of trash take you, liquid form to the sun and you burned hot beside of the kitchen stove.©Misty Lackey

River of Tears

Why do you defy God
or walk away with his
left hand?
Your eyes
are closed because you're
ashamed of the end.

Years that you didn't believe
in God.
Your angel standing beside you
when your mother died.
Holding a lot of anger inside
when God was there in your room
you hid
and deceived the name of God to believe.

There are a lot of things that we can do
in life but most of all we must know the
words in red Jesus Christ.
When death takes the ones we love
we turn away
and cry to the sacred earth.

Facing all the heartache
and despair in the end it is
Jesus who really cares.
He takes care of us
through all the trials and pain.
Walk to glory.
In flesh you may cry but
in spirit we must all die.
Jesus is beside of you
end this troubled heart
and begin a new.

©Misty Lackey

Love's Battle to Win

I don't want to hear the violence,
sweat, blood, and tears.
Out the window.
To hell with the saints.
The sky is never gray
and the angels want
to play on rusted nails and
broken yells.

To hell with this game.
It is a shame that your
love has left me blind
without a hand to crawl
or a knee to beg.
In time you were always
wanting me and now
I wait for you to go within.

A house is full if you have
love but if you don't have
love it is quiet and you feel
dead for a while.
I tongue your ear
and you break.
I want you.
To hell with this heartache
and headache.
Best I ever had when will
you fake for heaven's sake?

When will we be again?
A march into the night
two on two and nothing
else to fight.
Hold my head in the water
as I drown on your tears.
I want to know.
Tired of all these emotions.
Where will I be without?
I am sick a stick disease on
your heart.
Carry me to the wind
to hell with you save me
I am drifting cold.

©Misty Lackey

Half Silver, Half Gold, Copper Sweater

Silver moons .
Mirrors a flatware spoon for gravity.
Handful of gold luster to the heart.
Form occurs facilely to rich flavor.
Time's silvered hair photographed
coins and empty pockets of stain.
Behold the willow's corrosion brightness
to the heart crying leafless browns.
Pertaining to gold, icons of rose
floors amber light of stars.
Pigment glass.
Mind's of sanity.
Informal dress code of decay.
Offensive verbal wing's of silence.
Sands for the enchanted paint.
Ointment for the breathing skin.

Copper mirrors, reflections haunting
the stain’s remain.
Amber cinnamon figures taunting
the snuff- colored dead.
Sepia clouds burnt sanity’s
mintage eye.
Stable needles through salt’s
seed.

Coral tears of pain.
Cursed blush of fear.
Grass consuming tanned sin.
Sienna dust-covered leaves.
The river along the shadowed valley
glazed the moonlight.

Beauty, a paragon devil
embalming fluid for the graves
and the crystals shared silver
stars breathing the night’s
tomorrow.

(Copper sweater the angel wore backwards
with neon toes)

©Misty Lackey

Morning's Coat of Emotions And Wine

Balcony birchen.
Butterfly brackens
under sunlight.
Brasserie wine.
Juice of a plant.
Drunk eyelids.
Dizzy coffins.

One heart
respiring breath.
Assenting chairs
floating.
Gypsy tables descending.
Crumbled food.
Crippled heart.

Savaged red.
Painted faces.
Moments empty.
No sound echoes.
Love chaos
or is constant
time repeating
the choices I made.

Last night our sleep
in vain and the
constant feeling to
be held with your
seed dying, withering, ending.

Love silent just like
eternity.
Your love leads to the
next quiet morning.
Time's spoon said
good morning.
The addiction eats
the mind like molding
green bread.
Our love is dying.
That's all I hear
you say.
Sad love descending
the brokenhearted.
Discovering truth.

©Misty Lackey

There's a Hole in the Sun

There's a hole in the sun.
Can you feel it?
Can you dream it?
Hearts burning in love.
Do you weep in shame
my dear?
Do you desire the sun
the only light that shines
down on your skin when
you are alone tears falling
down?
The river is cold.
Socks ironed to a raging sky.

Wet your feet beneath the
earth.
Burn to dust.
A lamp for the parade
you rot and the sorrow
is a flood.
The bulb a flower.
The salt.
You need the rain
and I need the same
but when we meet I can only
hear your words, harsh angry
words.

Fall, there's a hole in the sun.
Your eyes pretty like a mask,
soaked to art and a piece of
song.
Your hat for the fog white
like your soul you wasn't day
and I wasn't gray but we held onto
the world our hole in the sun.

©Misty Lackey

Winter's Thoughts

-Rest my soul I long to live to be 100.

-You can leave your footsteps like your death
but your soul with always be lingering...

-Your left foot connects to your right foot.
Your soul connects to the heart.
Your eyes connects to the brain and you see....

The beauty of life standing still on a box of nails
digging for rainbows we all want the pain because life is
vain but happiness believes in itself.

- Our angel sleeps beneath our pillow and in our dreams she follows.
Our path she finds.
Our born soul is dust that's what she can see.
Too busy being born crying cause life is torn.
Life is like a walk to town and gone like a traffic light colors a blur.

-Half mirror. Half light. Our soul gazing through the marks
of yesterday. Wrinkles a brush through the fire.

- Time wasted today. Worries afraid to free the mind because
the world sticks like butter on a closing mind of sorrow.
When the buter melts the mind is free then the devil
holds the stick in the fire.

-Where would I be without a soul?
I would be empty inside a bed of
nails for the angel's teeth.

-Swallow hmmm your wings are good
inside the pillow she weeps.
Sad angel a cold tear for the year.

©Misty Lackey

Colors of LifeButterfly the heart. Violet savor of sound. Bright tangled warm imitation's ghost. Death trembles aches of pain. Glimmer more sun. Yellow smiles flutter green. An old jewel of wonder sick on the side jaw queen. Raining seedless time bending flowers cries for the earth's buried coffin. Hand's cradle the dead. Voices serpent the shadow's star. Always laughter. Always frames. Pictures discover heartaches and shame. You're the sun and the bone shining alive, shining dead. You're below me and above distant scent of air breathing shotgun plugs killing wings of dare.The light a stairway for life moving to constant anger. Clashing with the knives. Holding colors of instant lust. Crayon pencil exiting letter's silent bite. Destroying every soul black with crushed oranges and broken babies. The womb's victim to destroy the sin. The devil vacation's inside the moon, he laughs we kill his empty stomach and burn the hell of night. Mother's mirrors reflecting girl's toes, boy's rocks. Pale skin of life. Hollow. Aware that bones repeat a scar from birth. (One) ©Misty Lackey

Gaps of ColorsButterflies tap the salt.Float the shed.Spirits up high.Better off said.Rest in peace my weary one.Close your eyes andfeel the sun.Rest the soul.Wait for life.Soft to the heart.Sweet to the mind.Breathing is a treasureto find when you liveand live this life oftoday.Wings hanging from thesky withering fromdecay.Rest tired cold lipsagainst mine.Kiss me gently lovethe wine.Sip me up swallowme.Bleed me through.Make me sing.Hold me closethe music's dream.Beautiful voice.Madness of kings.The tongue is attop notch speed.Speeding to rhythm.Loving the scheme.Love for your ear.Warm to the word.Taste of stir.Formal naked gaps thecolors of us. (The red children are waiting crisp like leaves)

©Misty Lackey

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