Never again

Will the echoes of my past

Dampen the brightness of my future.

My wings,

Though still mending,

Are spread wide.

Progress, though once only an option,

Is now inevitable.

I pass valleys of memories

Over streams of doubt,

Through clouds of regret,

Slowly rising above all ill tempers,

Past bitterness

And toward the warm sunrise of hope.

I look back these last few moments only to extract

The lessons to guide, strengthen, and ensure that,

Come the day I embark upon a similar journey,

And as the pathways grow familiar,

I will be wise.

Pits that once ensnared will be avoided,

And wrongs once ignored will be confronted.

The strings of my heart, mind and spirit,

Once tangled in feud,

Will slowly conform, communicate and understand

That each of the three cannot and will not

Truly love without each other.

Now as I move,

Now as I soar,

As I purge my heart and open it once again

As the years progress, and as I rise and fall and rise once more,

I know that I am wiser,

That I am stronger

And that as I once again commit myself to another,

That I am today a new man

Built upon a sturdier rock,

A stronger foundation,

And a heart of gratitude

For the wonderful person you,

Whoever you may be,

Are

And the incredible people

That we,

Whenever our paths cross,

Will become.

-Victor Tinsdale

Move on, and get that moss free rock

To roll on, far away

For the longer that you linger

All the more, you'll be in pain.

If you know that something isn't right

Then flee the hell away

For what might feel so right just yesterday

Can hurt so wrong today.

-Victor Tinsdale

O're all regrets of hopes unspoken

Darling now I'm truly broken

Heart in pieces, soul diminished

With pain I pray we're finally finished

Sobbing helpless on the floor

You enter stage once more.

-Victor Tinsdale

Love Awry

Who pressed the stamp,
Forcefully against love’s letter
Mailing it across the borders
Past the horizon
beyond tangibility
Who snipped and clipped
The pictures hung
In the hall where
our minds first met?
Was it the hands of time
Who wrung out every bit of
fondness and familiarity?
Leaving me here with
skewed puzzles of memories.


-Leonine Westburry

Lady Love

(another little song)

Lady love
kiss you good bye
hold onto
her stony night gown
she gets you
every time your down
sleepin in your
every day dream

here you sigh
breathin dusks perfume
well your over due
for some real lovey-do

Tinder sage
and mountain sides
make believe
the wind holds you-oo
Peerin on
the horizon fades
the birds are endin
lady love's tune

here you stand
breathin dusks perfume
well youre over due
for some real lovey do

sun aint shy
she stretches on
well onto
beyond the nights eye
there you lie
hands in head
trees receivin all your cries

its no use
you still see her rouge
well youre over due
for some real lovey-do


-Leonine Westburry

Shelter

Shelter I seek amidst my fall
over, under, braided in
your grasp I crawl

Shelter was the place The wide, Lied,
hands, clammy, silly and large
heart strings untied

Shelter did lead me there, your smile
dopey, stale, loudly redeems
A refuge beguile

Shelter like movie reeling scenes
back seats, bed posts, romancing
like dreams

Shelter like the azurely blue
songs sung in dizzy love tunes
guarded in your view

Shelter inside your music grin,
notes shown flatly bold, words flood
fill me to the brim

Shelter shadowed by the dark night
heavy, endless and you
the moon, perfect and bright


-Leonine Westburry

To Mr. Whoever it was

Is it Mr. I will stay by your side?
our hands easily collide
like a sail boat baby
settin loves mast
high against the tide.

Or is it Mr. I'll be back tonight?
can't tell if it's you
Mr. "baby everthing will be alright"
you're the one drawin the great divide
like two hearts beating on
but one's forgot the rhythm,
the beating slowly gone

Mr. Can't seem to hold on tight
Mr already given up the fight
when I can't tell who is lettin down
might a'been easier when just
plain Mr. love was coming round'

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,
Hide, Hide it all away
there aint no need to say
him or you today?
I can't tell who is really lovin "the One"
Mr. I am simply done

So drink your potions
Mr. I am wrapped around your finger dear,
still singin that same ol' song
only you were meant to hear

Mrs. too late,
I'll be gone
I'm like a moonlit night stolen
with the dawn.

Mr. I'm sort of under a spell
the man you wish to know so well
he's fightin' back the demons kid
wishin, tryin to remember
exactly what you did.
prayin for reminders of the flame
I slowly bid
goodbye, to all that never feel,
like this for anyone girl,
it's real.

You once said I made you whole
no more travelin, wonderin soul
no more tearing at the seams
you were the only real thing
playin in my dreams

well I'm sorry hun,
It's me, Mrs. can't take,
this up, down, rocky wake
you said it in your best face
you lost me boy,
at Mr. can not feel my love's
embrace.

-Leonine Westburry

My fears and insecurities

Have chased me up a wall

With a wretched positivity

That once I'm up I'll always fall

I fear with every pace I take

I'll drag two steps behind yet

Still I run

From any chance I find

To heal my broken mind.

-Victor Tinsdale

Dream on my child,

Never lose

The hope that keeps you ticking, for every

second of your life, you see,

A destiny you're picking.

-Victor Tinsdale

It's late my friend

Please join my side

Before we grow too weary

The moonlit hours of the night

Must not be waisted dreary

For while all others slumber

Nestled snug within their beds

The midnight chime now marks the spot

Of where our night begins

The streets once filled with hustle

Gently sing an empty song

And all the wile, dear, I'm grateful

That you chose to come along

For side by side and hand in hand

We tackle empty cold abyss

When all the while townsfolk dwindle

Never knowing what they've missed

-Victor Tinsdale

The crimson skies

All whisper lies

To me of better days

And while I ponder

My soul wanders

Behind these drawn shades.

The Journey that I once began

With vin and so much vigor

Is paved with thorns, and I forlorn

Have found a different ending.

A contrast from the hopes and dreams

I once hoped to aspire,

Alone and cold within this room

Those dreams I now retire.

And though the thunder tumbles loud,

Eventually it ends

As my life, once bright and powerful

Fades back where it begins.

It fades from fields once bountiful

To withered crops run dry

With weeds that scour, sun that scorns

Within a barren sky.

My days once plagued with tilling

Curse my blistered hands, please know

That I have spent all days in labor

Never reaping what I've sewn.

-Victor Tinsdale

How happenstance

I pooped my pants

Right in the city square

The stain it showed

The stank made known

Soon all began to stare.

The crowd then gathered

While I'd rather

Forget that I existed

As I wondered if

My bowel's new gift

Could have somehow been resisted.

-Victor Tinsdale

The morning frost within my window

Rings my haunted soul

The hallow echoed yesterdays

Now brim my conscious full

The empty tales that fill my past

Fade all my hopes to grey

The anchors of my long lost loves

Cause sanity to fray

For courage, fully buffering,

Once lit my path each day

But now this twisted darkness

Of your love leads me astray.

-Victor Tinsdale