raindog. - Spoken word poetry with guitar

By Joshua "Lakey" Hinson and Fox Cashell
http://www.facebook.com/lakey.hinson

Visiting family for the Christmas holidays so my step dad and I worked on putting his music with my writing...This particular piece is titled raindog.

This poem is inspired from a quote Tom Waits made in reference to his album Rain Dogs which is as following:




"People who live outdoors. You know how after the rain you see all these dogs that seem lost, wandering around. The rain washes away all their scent, all their direction. So all the people on the album are knit together, by some corporeal way of sharing pain and discomfort."




So this quote plus an old saying I heard when I was young "It always rains when a good man dies" and finally the idea of the prodigal son.




I've wanted to write this piece since around April when I first read the quote but nothing would ever work till finally on my way walking to work it all started coming together and in three days it was done.




Hope you enjoy




raindog.




We chaired he night, beers in our hand beneath the tavern sky

Wave pourn waters have us unable to forget it always rains when a good man dies

But every heaven-sent raindrop runs off home's scent

and can leave you lost as man's best friend after a storm

So I wasn't certain how the old raindog was taking it

His eyes were too blue too cry and his lids were begging to kiss




A self sent warrior

Cumbersomely conquesting condemned clock works

Trying to turn back the arms of a tainted time

his frowns twist and wound

Still yet to speak a sound




Deaf jesus conducts his tragic symphony




We sat...




Nodding in tune with the drum of the rain

the whistling of the lightening

and grumbling of the thunder

Street walkers stumbling

and street sweepers mumbling




He started speaking




I sowed wild oats and reaped my family in moats




Strengthened my breath with the sinking of my boats

so my lungs expand to the extent of whispering sorry and I started building the bridges I once lived beneath

Father love me so




I sowed broken hearts and reaped lives reduced to memories stuck on parts

I looked puzzled at the pieces and broke myself

So after being broke enough to know how things never fit back together

I sowed myself that I may reap ourselves

Mother love me so




I sowed the wind and reaped the dust

Scratched my eyes and strengthened my trust

Learned if you always do what you always did you'll always get what you always got

So I trust myself enough now to know I don't like sand in my eyes

and I'll start sowing more than the wind and maybe I'll reap the rain that ripens the fruit and ends the drought

Son love me so




...and silence...




Deaf jesus conducts his tragic symphony




Speechless I flicked my cigarette in a puddle listening to it spuddle out

I swear I saw a tear craw across his cracked dessert of a cheek




he continued




I've sown my sins and reaped my skeletons

Lost and learned and loved and lost

Sprinted a marathon only to lose track of the finish line a foot away

I was the prodigal son that never had a chance to make it home

I lost the scent in heaven-sent downpours that fell in his name

Unloved until lost

He died like an artist unremembered till a season past decembered




Deaf jesus concludes his tragic symphony

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[AntiquatedPoet]

Very cool and inspiring. Glad to see others out there putting poetry to music.

[Aitcl]

This is awesome.

[BrokenDustOfficial]

So sad, that this doesn´t have more views

[UnstrungDuo]

Beautiful.