Dedicated Poetry Shane The Poet

Up and Around the Broken Cross; and Again

​He never said what colors we would see,
Only that if we saw them that we were blessed,
In whichever arrangement we find our flowers, they are pleasantly presented to us at our go arounds
She was up in the middle of the night, holding onto to him one last time for her dearest life,
Remembering the feeling of air brushing through her hair
Hating the feeling she could never let go
For the wolves came knocking, and we waited in our own skin under the wool
Thinking you’d always stay was what made me the ultimate fool
In the morning, it was always up and around
Understanding the strength of the trees about the town
Upon the cross, one of the beams came falling down
I thought I was the only one falling apart,
For in your mourning, it was always again and again
Follow your heart as the wind chased away your ability to breathe,
It seems so distant,
For the miles and mountains that once held us away and the fires coming closer to you are so willing to take you with them
I’m only still watching the wind
Here she laid upon this bed,
Holding back her tears
And in her head
Lived her longest fears
Upon his chest,
The hardest beating from the heart that swallows most,
Time to let go of the love that was the best
The hardest thing to say was goodbye to the wife whom is addressed in this post
Up and around the broken cross, and again
I’m still waiting your trains arrival
At the platform of my heart

Dedicated Poetry Shane The Poet


With every word…
You say these things to me,
All I hear is goodbye
Looking out on the night…
When said those words to you,
All you hear is goodnight
I want to find you again…
Contorted to know,
All my dreams follow
I know you’re somewhere out there…
That it would be right,
All of our nights
You everything I thought it could be…
For us to just try one more time,
All of our dreams
Worlds a part of yours now too…
Just for her to know,
All of the times
And it kills me to say
That I have no air left to breathe
I’ll never kiss her goodnight.

Dedicated Shane The Poet

I’m Going To Make It Worth Your Time To Waste Mine

I was waiting by the sun,
Thought that we weren’t done
But it seems to me to always be
That things don’t I see are what I’m supposed to see,
They told me not to move,
Because I had nothing left to lose,
But that’s not true

Do you remember when we talked last July,
And you said it was all just a lie?
It never was, it never was a waste of time
If you ever loved me you really should have tried,
I remember you saying it was worth my time

Remember packing up,
All the things that you left behind?
The memories impossible for you to find
The hours would change, and so would I,
But I’ve slept so many sleepless nights,

I’m going to make it worth your time, to profoundly come waste mine,
I’ve got an old love burning,
With no hope of turning;
The wedding bells aren’t crashing,
But all hell is lashing
The sins I am, the things I’ve been wrong
The world won’t ever hear a single song

Remember how it changed?
You left a whole world completely rearranged,
Upside down, and the clocks couldn’t tick,
The songbirds came from far away,
They came just today

And remember every stupid line,
About how your heart needs mine?
Well obviously it’s doing just fine

But can you make it make sense,
How you explain to all your friends,
About the guy who loved you most
That as time flew by, you denied me mine,
You were everything that I once had,

I’ll make it worth hers to put me in a hearse,
She can watch me go down below,
Six feet of pure dirt walls,
And I’ll fix the things that I couldn’t change,
But last of all I’ll fix the things that you gave away

Dedicated Poetry Shane The Poet

(A Letter Written To) Your Sunshine

In a concealed envelope,
The head says its addressed to whom it might concern,
A paragraph describing the mess you vacated on winter vacation
A loveless marriage and family of four,
The words forever for us, a former of the life we once led

If you believed in us so much,
Then why was it so easy to pull the trigger?
To pull the trigger?
Relentlessly she said “on and on (I’m moving)”
Well back here in the glove my hands are still cold from the day you left them
And if you believed in us so much,
Then how did you just pack up and walk away?

And as the footer read
“To the moon and back”
A tragic crash on impact,
And back home we are still picking up the pieces from the tragic accident that occurred the day I fell in love with you

These trap walls have been closing in and the shadows in mirror keep telling me I can never look back

How the sun you knew no longer dances with tangerines,
And as the frost hit our doorsteps,
In love you became with your vacancy signs

So many times I ripped up your final notes,
But I felt tempted to pick up your broken pieces

So find the address on the front because I know you forgot how to come back home,
Right back where the love is.

Dedicated Poetry Shane The Poet

For Ever

I’m in your blood, your heart, your soul
I’m in your bones, your eyes, your smile
But I’m not there,
And I apologize for the years you’ll hardly know me,
But you’re my little girl
And I apologize for the tears I will never see

One day you’ll know I always cared,
That I’m in your veins, and you in mine,
That I’m in your words, and yours in mine,
We fought the good fight,
And someday I’ll be there right,

Right there beside you, lays a woman,
A mother who, with every choice she had to make,
Her only choice was to have you,
So blessed are we all
For Ever, Daddy loves you

Dedicated Poetry Shane The Poet

Back To Square One

We are all criminals,
Stealing people from broken homes,
Praying that they, have nothing better to do then wait on us,

The time I’ve waited to tell them,
How you stole her from me,
I’m sorry lover, she stole my water,
I’m sorry daughter, she stole my motor
Is this how we operate,
Like broken machines,
We’ve become hopeless feins

So now, I’m back to square one,
I’ve lost what I never had,
A daughter not knowing her dad,
Forcing me to say:

You will know me,
I will hold you,
Daddy loves you,
I will be true

So is this how we operate?
Like broken machines that cannot read,
Emotions of humans,
Is this how we operate?
Like dice we’ll determine chances and victories from broken homes

So now I’m back to square one,
A victory has just begun
I’ve got nothing left to lose.