Homes, I Love You

I don’t really know how you see me,

What you think of me, If you even know me.

I just know I never stopped trying

And sometimes I was hiding; crying;

Trying to be a man like I should

Doing everything I could

And sometimes I went to far

Reaching to be a star

For you.

That’s what I do.

That’s all I know.

Always holding on not letting go.

I know I should have been better.

I know it sounds, and it is……bitter

That’s just who I am

Trying to be a better man.

I know I could be a jerk.

I know I was all about work.

As closed as fort knox.

Sometimes you had to get past road blocks

Just to get time from me

But believe me I’m sorry.

I know I used to drink

Sometimes I just didn’t want to think.

I don’t really know how you see me,

What you think of me, If you even know me.

I have always been a wound in duct tape

Hoping that the blood can’t escape.

Hiding my tears so you couldn’t see.

Not wanting you to think down on me.

‘Cause I’m not a hero.

I’m still hoping to grow.

I always tried to be the glue

But somehow I threw a shoe.

You might find me a disgrace

But my heart was always in the right place.

Just not always at the right time.

Believe me I find that a crime.

Damn I hope I did something right

Even when I was often out of sight.

It was never easy

Trying not to be me

And give you everything you would need.

This is making my heart bleed.

Homes, I love you more than you know

And that continues to grow.

Heaven’s Forked Child

When I see lightning

I count til the thunder

When the skies are fighting

Just before the world goes under

I scream, waiting on a wonder.

Knowing that will never come.

But for the moment I’m numb.

Angel fire cracks

Ripping the sky

Pitchfork leaving tracks

Freight train rolling by

I cry out, beckoning the sky.

Vengeance on a raging railway

Won’t the rain come out to play?

The Storm is Heaven’s child

The rain is Mother’s tears.

And when everything goes wild

And the lightning appears

The thunder cries of fears.

When it thinks it has me in my place

I just laugh in its face.

Down Town

He’s got the keys

Gonna take the town on a cruise.

Force them to their knees.

Show them there was no excuse

To be beaten and run out of town.

The moon bleeds for him

He won’t be taken down.

The wind howls, “Never again!”

The engine roars,

The wheels burn.

Lock all your doors.

Now it is his turn.

Take this town to Hell.

Ring the Liberty Bell.

And in a flash

The town was ash.

From south-western Michigan, Jerry Langdon lives in Germany since the early 90’s. He is an Artist and Poet. His works bathe in a darker side of emotion and fantasy. He has released five books of Poetry titled “Temperate Darkness an Behind the Twilight Veil”, “Death and other cold things” “Rollercoaster Heart” and “Frosted Dreams” Jerry is also the editor and publisher of the literary magazine Raven Cage Zine poetry and prose. His poetic inspirations are derived from poets such as Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As well as from various Rock Bands. His apparently twisted mind, twists and intertwines fantasy with reality.