James Triplett
"If Life..."
"If Life..."
Nailed to the cross, naked
Love is burned at the gates,
Despair huddles over its carcass,
Smiling comfortably in pain.
Like a child clutching his blanket,
Except these are bite-the-curb hates,
Resentment season is the hardest,
Lonely our blankets shelter us in the rain.
Drip…Drip…Drip…
Before you notice, it’s void
Either it’s Keith – Joker games,
Or a little Cobain ‘cate.
Many lost at sea,
To live – a debate,
The remainder is nonsustainable,
Living sober it aches.
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Tell Me What You Think!
Tell me if you think...
You could win a war without a battle
Could ride a horse without a saddle
Or row a boat without a paddle
Tell me if you think…
You fall in love just cause the sex
Or that you cheat just cause your ex
By Rodney A. Warndahl
2019
He lights a candle in the window
To guide his lady’s way home;
Had her stocking hung
Since Thanksgiving was done,
There for when she walks thru the door…
He wrapped her present after it first snowed,
Wrote “For you with love” on the tiny tag;
Made her special card from an old grocery bag,
Keeps it sealed below his pillow
Till they’re alone…
CHORUS
Wishing to gaze together as stars align,
Blazoning with news now comes Yuletide!
A Woman's Touch
I'm pacing, I'm anxious, I'm impatient
relinquished
All from not feeling a woman's touch
in a while
Pacing back-and-forth, just remembering
the vibes
No matter what I did, I couldn't do
no wrong in her eyes
Those for the best and the simplest
times
These are the thoughts that
repeatedly plays with my mind
Anxious to see your dimples, pretty teeth,
complimentary smile
I love getting you mad just to see an
You will never know what a letter can mean until you have been where I am, or been through what I’ve been through.
I’m confined to a world behind four walls where no one can see me, and I receive no calls or visits.
Often I sleep and wake up alarmed, thinking that my family, loved ones, or friends may be harmed.
There Somewhere Way Back in the Day
(A Ballad)
Words and melody by Rodney A. Warndahl
Copyright 2018
It is not too far distant
At least for my heart
Memories still remain
Encountering music and passion
There somewhere
Way back in the ay
You appeared like the springtime
Sudden as a breeze
The Fates deemed orchestrate
A young romance blossomed
That first moment
There somewhere
Way back in the day
The following is an affidavit. It is a written statement of facts pertaining to a particular sequence of events, which provides a narrative with a disjointed and sporadic tale. When we write, we draw from our own experiences, creating a window to our world with our words. This concept is illustrated in ‘Strewn along a Highway’, which is an account of my experience with suppressed memories that I found myself reliving in the spring of 1989, when the lost images gained buoyancy and appeared at the surface of my consciousness. As the misplaced scenes from my past flashed on the screen, a s