By AJK

The rundown saloon-
Is filled with the ghosts grieving tune
The piano keys move soft and sweet
Like a memory of a distant day that was a treat
He wove images of sunny days
That now have all gone away
He was Dancing with his love
She now flies in the sky as a dove
But Ghost is all alone
Left on earth to wander and groan
His song stings of regret
The pianos shadows cast an eerie silhouette
The song plays and the sun sets-
the ghost must always stay to repay his debts
Others move on, become free
ghost will always be chained here, that is his fee
The mourning song will never stop
Every night day after day in the old saloon shop

By AjK

We are tantalus reaching for fruit
A Memory out of reach
Feels like a slash from a bliss sword
A happy never healing wound
Gushing with longing
A river with no destination
Just a hope for the past
A memory of feelings
When happiness had meaning
When life had color
A pain in your stomach
Almost sweet
So strong so overwhelming
A crying dance
Strings being pulled tight
Suffocating a record off a beautiful tune
That now seems off
Didn't notice when it started
But it will now never leave
A longing so strong
A river that will never find its destination
Because it has already been-
Where it wants to go

Golden Fruit
By AJK

Innocent seeds sprouting
pushing through the soil
you water them-
give them sun
But you can’t make them grow yourself
you can encourage them
you can plant the ideas
that is all you must do
growth comes from within
It is never forced
they cannot be you
you cannot understand what makes them grow
be a support a calming voice
hold them, be a stake of steadiness
be the great benevolent sun
the light that gives life
only then will you bear the golden fruit