Monday, January 27, 2020

The man of my youth

The mentor
Thought me respect and showed me your truth
opportunities given with friendships like steel
I will never forget where my Fox Chappelle bed was made
The Allegheny river runs through the old steel town
I was the guest of honor as if I wore a crown
Freedoms were given and friends I still hold lessons encouraging growth so bold
Behind closed circles and through newly opened doors
3 gateway center to the falling water home Obreckies blue points Sam Adam's  beer  Smithsonian galleries your commission's held deer
Every step of each trip  every shot I called pull
The gourmet dinners at night with a bottle of red
 The self turning wine cellar so cool 
the earm summer days out by the pool
To the ride thru the hills as we traveled to work
These cherished memories spoken I find myself  choking with a lack of words
thank you Zaretski in my silent way
      Rick Bullis Jr









Winning in Silence

My dog ,a lantern , double gun and shovel,
 The last things you take when you know that theres trouble
 Break out or break down a final count to a  Tumble
Stand with the men or fall apart and crumble
Are you Soft like sheep or will you fight like a ram
Pushed to the brink is the HogSplitter the plan
Winning in silence or walking into a jam?

Friday, September 21, 2012

snuffs enough

Silent acres of faces unknown
No reasons are given for secrets and bones
The price of admission is resting alone
Its the last expression of fate chiseled in stone
I'm the reaper of souls left to wait here you see
a dirt nap is in order by all including you and me

explore the oak Savannah and ponder final destiny
Not to be taken lightly as you look for a good view
A Walk through the moonlight just the trees and finally you
Silent acres of oaks where your nerve comes unglued

Driven to go grow

The night is dark and my soul feels week
The fire in my life is ignited by a bleak striking spark
Driven by a oath to my own to keep my word if it breaks my bones
The endless hunt with dull sounds and subtle under tones
Sleepless nights and fabled dreams of peace
It's the road I have run with a charmed life on lease
Fight my way through weather rain or snow
No systems check out no systems are go
It's do or die so we will make it this I know
Deep rooted Silence Steadfast i grow

Black heart



When the black heart is known
For ugly accusations and truths unknown
A blade is tempered and sharpened on stone
Reading into accusing words as if it was forged by hate
Peering through agendas to find the hidden reasons of late
Cutting away the twisted truths from spewn words flatter
Irritated by banter spoken like the mad hatter 
A pleasant picture is never what its painted to seem
Spoken words spelled out boldly with silent schemes

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Locked and Loaded

locked and loaded is how i roll
a over caffeinated trigger finger out of control
piss me off and watch youll see
a double barrel wrath coming out of me
i am hot and bothered each and every day
taking names and making them pay
not Fahrenheit or the Celsius way
more like thousands of degrees the Kalvin way
an unquenchable fire out of control
like flaming magnesium burning a hole
get in my face or watch the show
either way the moonshine monsters out o control
silent sipper

The brighter side of me




Take my hand and walk along with me
I'll introduce you to the brighter side of we
A small cafe and a table for two
A dark corner with a room with a view
A tattoo parlor a old barber chair and you
A old supper club cooking whats new
An hand rolled cigar whiskey with smoke in the air
The way you walk with the wind in your hair
Watching the room as we prowl the room
Silent company where greatness looms