Pink Blossoms Remind Me Of You
Pink blossoms glide on the wind
Heartache never pretends
That the kisses you give
Will remember and live
Until the earth stops
And I forever go away
Seconds fly by unrequited
And minutes turn to the end of a day
Your memory holds on to each of my heart beats
But my love for you
Always has something to say
Merriam Coates
Each calendar is a diary
Each day vanishes into an ethereal space
And no matter how many months go by
All will remember your embarrassing family disgrace
Merriam Coates
It is clear one’s words can blacken the skies
And darken the days into night
Erase all of compunction
And dissolve all the happiness that is right
The joys one has as pleasure
Will die without fruitful desire
And your life will feel deceitful
Due to those words
That set you on fire
Merriam Coates
We All Seek These Days
We all seek what used to be
But we cannot find it anymore
Where the sun sat in the same old place
That I once knew before
Those yellow wind blown bedroom curtains
Where through the open window came
A fragrant breeze of yesteryear
Where the outside called my name
I ached for a long walk through the scrub brush with the dog that I called mine
On spring days I named each flower as we traipsed along our way
While those days were like special days
The ones I called devine
Merriam Coates
Night Jaunt
Tonight looks as if the moon was brushed with silver
And it drips in spots like mercury
In the reflections of a cold running river
The river seems to always give it’s gifts to me
While muskrats swim synchronized past the willow trees
Ducks dream in sleepless waters
But an owl is wide awake
Never absorbed with the silver moon
But the field mouse he might take
Merriam Coates
Sometimes we fall
And never look away
No fear comes with it
Only the end of future days
We never open our curtains
Just to see the sun
We just want our misery to be over
And our lonely life to be done
Merriam Coates
The shadows of a cold heart may arise with you
Those are worrisome to sweep away
Never mind those negative conversations with yourself
There is always another day
Close all those bad days behind you
Remember all the good times you have had
The light of goodness is within you
And it is known to take the hating out of sad
Merriam Coates
Particularly these days were made for you
Never to take away
No one can take your sunshine
It’s always there
Loving is easy when you have not a care
Merriam Coates
The Day Of Forever Leaving
The willows creak from the soft morning breeze
Reflecting themselves in cool waters as two guardians at ease
The meadow lark tweets in the blue morning haze
I will always miss you my love
In these mornings that at one time turned into days
Merriam Coates
Where Does The Styx End?
No one knows where the Styx River flows
And is it from there the fishes are good for eating?
Or does the Styx run so swift the fishes stink and float stiff—?
For an adventurous fisherman smells death as fast and fleeting
Some of the sinful humans desire a hard beating
A coin only stops the ghoul who runs the ferry
Take a swig of his wine and make merry
Live for the last moment you dwell
May a good sinful life be ended
A hungry Demon is waiting for you in hell
Merriam Coates
Never Tell The Truth
Darkness arrives without warning
Secret knowledge can become a scandal
No violations of truth are easy to handle
For emotions spark the shadowed voice of my soul
And I burn as if the world is against me
Still it is the lying hurt that is the blackness of coal
Merriam Coates
This was my first commissioned piece of art! Was so happy to finally have a commission!!
Oil On Razored Tracks
Oil on razored railway tracks
Changed me from undamaged skin to blood
I refuse to mention my whole name
For my red rain became a flood
The white stag handle above the sharp knife blade
Had cut the throats of infidels
Where my sacrifices had laid
Broken like five dollar dolls behind the Family Dollar store
Where my sister gave a customer her first blow job
For ten dollars
And not a penny more.
Johnny Millican
I Dim Like A Solitary Light Bulb
Lost days advance my melancholia;
Marching like vicious tin soldiers in my brain,
There is nothing to comfort me—
My life is centered on my pain,
Long black silhouettes of fingers,
Grasp at my defeated heart;
And here I am screaming at my deteriorating memories,
When a gray fog cast dark shadows—
I have nothing to remind me of you,
As my happiness is forever torn apart;
Johnny Millican
