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run

by

Michael Bassford


run run
in the sun
tomorrow will
come and your
days are done
play play
for today
tomorrow your
hair turns from brown
to gray
live live as you dream
today its milk tomorrow
its cream
stay stay young at heart
your innocent today
tomorrow your smart
youth youth the shade
of gold
it leaves to fast
and then your old
so run run in
the sun
tomorrow will come
and your
day
will
be
done



she kissed me

by

Michael Bassford


she kissed me
beneath the starry skys
she kissed me
moonlight shining in her eyes
she kissed me
and i floated from the ground
she kissed me
my soul lept up unbound
she kissed me
it will never go away
she kissed me
and untill my dying day
you will always hear me say
she kissed me



eleven dollars

by

Michael Bassford

Eleven dollars is what i have to my name,
eleven dollars worth of fame;
I do confess it's not much to count,
when millonaires are all about;
But my dreams are still of humble breed,
and what i don't have, i don't need.



we are all just a part of it

by

Michael Bassford

An argument across the street
gets the big black dog barking,
The cat run's through my yard,
sending the squirrel scampering up the tree,
The birds leave there perch
and fly into the clouded sky,
The lightning cracks,
children run for there homes,
The rain starts falling,
windshield wipers start wiping,
The hot porch steams as the little crowns
settle down into puddles.
I stand with my face to the sky,
and i cry.


KILLING MOTHER NATURE

by

Michael Bassford

Seashores are crying, people are dying,
and the president is lying once again.
Eyeballs are burning, stomachs are turning,
so tell me when will it all end?
Were cheap, and corrupting, and theres no more loving,
just look what we've done to our heads.
Theres no trust between us, and all that he gave us,
is slowly turning up dead. Were draining the oil,
and destroying the soil, that gives us
the life that we need. The animals hate us,
and the one who has made us, surely has a pain
in his head. Theres vultures and demons, taking our
freedoms, and all we can do is just pray.
With killings, and rapings, theres no escaping
the world we have put ourself in. Dear jesus
please hear me, i'm asking you mere'ly,
to help us before were all dead.


Loving Heart

by

Michael Bassford

Oh loving heart how long you take
before you really heal, and so much longer
must you wait untill you start to feel.
But even then a scar remains to always
keep in mind, it's not the way you lost
the love, but how you spent the time.


Memories

by

Michael Bassford

You fall upon me like the rain on a summers day,
and cool my skin like the river i use to swim in when i was a boy. I think my life was better then, If only my day's could be like when, no lines creased my face,
no tears filled my eye's, no girl to ever break my heart,
no child to make me cry. There were no worries of how late i'd be, no cares of snaps undone. Only playing with
my friends, only having fun. Simple ways how nice you
were, why did you go away? With just a wish i'd change the clock and always have you stay. But memories are all i have,
and for this i have to smile, for they alone must serve me now, and serve a long long while.

when there was only debbie

by

Michael Bassford

it's dark in our room, but i can still see a glimmer of softness shine from your face. and as i watch you silently sleep, it makes me think of winter past. and i remember as
i stare at you all that you mean to me. i want to cuddle deep in your chest as i did in our cold basement room,
and listen to you cat softly purr as it lay at the top of our heads. it was one of those sweet nights when i knew
i loved you. as morning peeks through the curtains i hear
you breathe soft and steady in deep sleep, and i wonder what you might be dreaming of. it would have to be a dream of soft and pretty things. it's time for me to go,
your face is warm to my lips as i kiss you good bye,
and softly say i love you.

Keeping Darlene

by

Michael Bassford

my eyes are pools of memories
that seem to pull you in,
and round and round you go inside
with yesterday you swim.
i'll hold you there inside of me,
and in my soul you'll live,
to always be a part of me
a part i can not give.
other loves have entered there
and touched that piece of me,
but none of them will find that place
where you will always be.

paranoid

by

Michael Bassford

while i was sleeping, something was creeping,
outside my bedroom door.
so i arise and to my surprise
a shadow pasted by on the floor.
i jumped to my feet, and while still half asleep,
stumbled my way through the room.
i opened the door and there in the gloom
were two eyes that shined like the moon.
so i reached for my bat, and with one mighty wack
the eyes did shine no more.
i turned on the light, to a horrible sight,
and found kitty's brain's on the floor.
and i started to cry, as i peeled off her eye,
from the wall across the room.
but befor i went back to counting sheep,
my mind played a different tune.
and i felt so much better, knowing kitty
would be with puppy soon.

nightmares

by

Michael Bassford

i carry things inside my head
that never reach my mouth.
but everytime i fall asleep,
in dreams they all come out.

forever lost

by

Michael Bassford

he was black as black can be,
he stood there standing over me.
twisting hands with belt in tow,
buckle shine is all i know.
liquor smells come with pain,
and every day it seem's to rain.
mother warned don't raise your voice,
until he leaves we have no choice.
nervous twitches rock you to sleep,
you wet the bed you little creep!
backhand kunkles bruise your face,
and all the years you can't replace.
there were no games with bat and mitt,
we nevre planned a fishing trip.
cardboard bunkbeds and welfare cheese,
mother had to fight for these.
but now he tell's us that he cares,
and sends his grandkids things to wear.
good god he say's he's born again,
his soul no longer full of sin.
but what about his children's lives,
those empty little things he despised.
so he traded the fires for heaven's gate,
but what about us for christ sake?

things will get better

by

Michael Bassford

I see the people in the street,
looking for a way to make ends meet.
Working ten and sixteen hours a day,
it was all free, but now they pay.
But things will get better, or so i hear,
but not today, not this year!
I see the children run and play,
in knee high grass on a summers day,
and i see the sign across the way,
a shopping center i heard some say,
there's plenty of places for them to play.
But things will get better, or so i hear,
but not today, not this year.
See the sky how deep and blue?
and hear the birds, they sing for you.
Just clear the smoke and you will see,
how much nicer this place could be.
But things will get better,
or so i hear, but not today, not this year.

the bike path

by

Michael Bassford

I abandon all thoughts that constrict
the peacefulness of my ride,
on golden leaves i glide.
The autumn breeze washes over me,
and the waters of the erie canal
reflect what i feel in my heart.
Of all my dreams, none were
ever as vivid, or left me with a
warmer feeling of contentment.
Could anything but the hand of
god create such beauty.

dandelion

by

Michael Bassford

i'll lay my mind on pleasant street
and feel the seasons new,
i'll dream beneath the springtime sun
and sky's of misty blue,
i'll grow into the loving earth
like summer dandelions,
and kiss the sweetest lips of life
each day with yellow dew.
then watch you smile when you pull me up
and i pass the kiss to you.

passing the roach

by

Michael Bassford

Cast into a cold cup of decaff with no sugar to see me through, i swim my way to the top.
There i see your smiling face, yellow teeth and bright red tongue. Sip after sip i swim against a current of bad
breath, swollen tonsils and nine cavities.
Could hell be any worse? Yelling at the top of my lungs
i try to catch your eye, but you refuse to see me.
Finally, mercifully, im cast into the belly of the whale.
Darkness surrounds me, and i search for anything
to aid in my rescue. Frailing arms and legs i catch
hold of something solid and climb aboard. Exhausted,
i fall off into a dreamless sleep. When i awake i
find myself tasting something that is familiar to me,
and although it holds me afloat, i eat my fill.
I don't know how long i slept, hours? Days?
Suddenly theres a great rumble, and my raft is tossed
and flipped in violent waves that burn my eyes and skin.
Spinning round and round, squeezing what feels like
my last breath from my lungs i pass out. Icy cold water
brings me to, and i stare up at a set of knuckles and the
tunnel i must have just come from. Still, i can not move.
Then a blanket of white covers me, and with the sound of
a million gallons of water passing over me i'am sent into
a sea of tranquility.

the search

by

Michael Bassford

i was born in the first seconds of time,
a soul entwined with a billion other souls,
but still alone. hunting, i long for you.
my search takes me through hundreds of lives,
and in each of them my last breath carries your name.
when the light of your soul shows me the path
to you, i will have found heaven.

after seeing a baby smile while in a waiting room. or, mother

by

Michael Bassford

mothers breast was soft for sleep
her breath was warm and sweet
her eyes were filled with hopes for me
her touch of love complete
she held me in her loving arms
and rocked me to and fro
then sang a little song to me
and off to sleep i'd go
then i would dream of soft white clouds
that gently float above, who made a special
bed for me so i could lie in love
how sad it is now that i'm grown
to feel as if i lost that home
but mothers kisses still remain wet upon my cheek
so i will know her loving heart will never lose it's beat.

schizophrenic

by

Michael Bassford

like a mole, i live in darkness.
to afraid to close my eyes,
i wait for the light before i sleep.
knife, gun, and bat strategically placed,
i'am a prisoner in a cell as vast as the universe.
for years i have tryed to escape,
but theres no getting away from fear.
no special hiding place. when your alone,
who do you need to hide from?
i've tryed the pills and the prayers,
the endless hours of repetitive reinforcement.
but the voices still remain, stay alert!
be perpared! their coming. and in the end,
when i can stay awake no longer,
and my eyes refuse my comands,
i stiffen and gasp for a breath
as if it were my very last. even then,
i sleep, but i never rest.

the search

by

Michael Bassford

i was born in the first seconds of time.
a soul entwined with a billion other souls,
but still alone. hunting, i long for you.
my search takes me through a hundred lives,
and in each of them my last breath carries your name.
when the light of your soul shows me the path to you,
i will have found heaven.

stagnant waters

by

Michael Bassford

as i ran through the blind days of youth,
little flex of paradice flew through my hair.
and all things of importance hid in shadows.
now, like stagnant waters, still black and
obscenely putrid, i sink into my memories
never to be seen again.

bent like hawkings

by

Michael Bassford

as i sit in this chair bent and twisted,
parts that once faced east now head west.
an assemblage that was perfect, is now
flawed beyond correction. limp and useless,
pissed soaked, a waste of human meat!
trapped, i dream of yesterday.
when mingling bodies were beautiful,
and interlaced fingers talked of love.
understanding the consept of time and space
is like driving a nail into my brain,
and because of it, all that was left untwisted
is also bent. now i sit and watch drop by drop
my life empty out into the world of endless time.

forever lost

by

Michael Bassford

he was black as black can be,
he stood there standing over me.
twisting hands with belt in tow,
buckle shine is all i know.
liquor smells come with pain,
and every day it seem's to rain.
mother warned don't raise your voice,
untill he leaves we have no choice.
nervous twitches rock you to sleep,
you wet the bed you little creep.
back hand knuckles bruise your face,
and all the years you can't replace.
there were no games with bat and mitt,
we never planned a fishing trip.
cardboard bunkbeds and welfare cheese,
mother had to fight for these.
but now he tells us that he cares,
and sends his grandkids things to wear.
good god, he say's he's born again,
his soul no longer full of sin.
but what about his childrens lives,
those empty little things he despised.
so he traded the fires of hell for heavens gate,
but what about us for christ sake?

saving a place for me

by

Michael Bassford

O what a lonely wretch i'd be, if god had not
laid his hand on me. Blind was i with little faith,
a hollow man filled with hate. Evil thoughts
ran through my head, i walked alive but i was dead.
But then a hand reached out to me, it touched my soul
and i was free. The darkest rooms at once were light,
there was no struggle, there was no fight.
The evilness just went away, and i was cleaned
that holy day. I asked him why he had saved me,
an empty man who refused to see. And then he whispered
in my ear, it was like a dream, but very clear.
I'am your father, you are my son, and soon our souls
will be as one. And we will live eternity, to save
the souls that would not see. And when all the darkness
has gone away, and theres no place left to hide, we will
bathe in ever lasting light, together, you and i.

i'am nothing

by

Michael Bassford

i'am daylight and i'am darkness,
sleepless nights and a rotting carcass.
a bead of sweat that rolls off your brow,
a baby's tear, the old fat sow.
i'am mothers milk, and fathers sperm,
a blade of grass, a mating worm.
i'am water that you drink,
and all the filthy things you think.
i'am morning glory and rose,
the frost that stings your cold red nose.
a star that you once wished upon,
an angry word and a broken bond.
i'am grandma's love that you once knew,
and the bubble gum she gave you to chew.
i'am the hurt that made you cry,
a puppy's nose, a lullaby.
the tree you climbed when you were young,
a cancer now that eats your lung.
i'am the murderers soul, the yuppies goal,
and the dream that won't come true.
the sky, the earth, the sun and moon.
a hacking cough, the silver spoon.
i'am summer, winter, fall and spring.
i'am nothing, i'am everything.

suicide girl - reagan

by

Michael Bassford

i wanna lick my suicide girl,
french kiss her sugar cube tattoo.
wrap my tongue around her dirty places,
while she does her little boo ga loo.
i wanna pluck my little suicide girl,
pull her down from that soft white tree,
squeeze myself between those sweet ripe cheeries,
and screem untill she sets me free.
she'll be my sticky cotton candy,
in that tight thin blue dress.
when i take her home to ride my pony,
we gonna leave a sticky mess.
i'm gonna love my suicide girl,
love her more then all the rest,
empty years of my frustrations,
in that place she loves the best.

you get what you pay for

by

Michael Bassford

pulling up to the light, the black girl on the corner asks
if she can show me a good time, her smile draws me in
like a mystical flame. we drive to an empty lot behind a burger king, and for the next twenty minutes her wet caress
brings me back to my youth and the memories of lost loves.
which, i gladly pay for. it's only as she is getting out of the car that i see the hair on her chest and the dream is broken.

Autopsy

by

Michael Bassford

split me open from right to left,
the perfect scar runs down my chest.
pull the inerds and check them well,
the consequences of my living hell.
weigh the liver lungs and heart,
then weigh the place i kept my smart.
no lovely skyblue veins are left,
no heartbeats fill this empty chest.
no wavy hair or golden smile,
what thoughts are left for me to file?
pictures of what i use to be
are all thats left for you to see.
my hopes and dreams and tears forgotten,
the freshness of a life now rotten..

To Late Smart

by

Michael Bassford

I bushed the soft gray hair from her face
and told her how much i love her.
I apologized for all the empty things i caused her,
for being such a bad son. We held her hand,
my brother and i, and we watched as she tryed
to grather up another breath. Slowly,
the heart i thought she never had, stopped.
And in that moment, i knew i had lost the only person
i had to blame for all my short comings.
I no longer had a cruch to rest my faults,
just bitter thoughts of how i been.
This son, this beast, this creep.
Not worthy of the dirt she walked upon.
When the lights in our eyes go out,
and all the world turns black,
who will we cry out for?