Popup Passengers

Life is one hell of a trip and I think walking takes too long, I mean we’re supposed to enjoy the trip but I feel maybe I have never found a home. “Popup Passengers”, I’ve just been flying along with others waiting for something, to be welcomed?

To my fellow passengers who wish,
who pray, that ask God

will you catch this?
And before he can even nod

jump of your own accord
traveling on the hands of a clock, the days of a calendar
hoping you don’t fall forevermore

into Superman’s arms.
Entrusting that your donation

in truth, justice, the American way, in all its charms
will get you to your final destination

Which is… do you even know anymore?
Your own heart’s parameters
as if this is what you came for

an inch, a ticket, a page
telling you where to go, on a pen tip

flying from its cage
not knowing where you’ll be at the end of it.

Only escape is its own reward
or at least higher than the Challenger
Can you afford

the mental rent in the minds of men
a window seat

asking again and again
when shall we meet

my Sweet Lord.
In this life, in this can of worms
what am I moving towards

like so many others
where will my life begin

for I am no Wright brother
watching autumn leaves in the wind.

Welcome aboard
All my fellow passengers
Don’t know how or why but watch how I soar

Copyright © 2017, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

High Off Confession

Gripes are supposed to go up, not down, so why do people get low, why do people get high, strangely enough, I was neither writing this, angels aren’t real right but people have airplanes. High Off Confession, would I really need a priest for this one

What goes good with confession?

Perhaps a side of God?
If my words could reach so high…
But would I rather keep my secrets,
to make my regrets the sod
freshened

with so many tear stained letters
that I ask, can you stop the rain
cause I’m leaving on a jet plane?
Only you’re the jet setter
A new profession;

and with my warmest regards
or sincerely
However, may I say it clearly?
Louder as my heart breaks apart
the question

can you, will you, will she?
No erase
backspace
when she pressed delete
That’s my prerogative but her discretion

Not the wind, the speed, the sky’s color or hue
even the air to breathe
someone get me a priest
for if I am to drown on a word or two
this concession

To live loud, slamming doors,
fist, the beating of my heart
Maybe a confession is not so smart
selfless, brave, honest or kind, anymore,
better my impression

of the sound of silence
Regain the spirit of the caveman
wondering not how any man
learned to fly, speak, or become giants
Yes, my regression

Because with my confession
would come another transgression

Copyright © 2017, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

Going Somewhere Cupid

See Me Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iT4OFEB8uyE

And if I had someplace to be
Buying a bouquet of flowers
that you’d never see
What… they’d die in an hour
Go to Rock Hard Mr. Jeweler
You’ll love me like you do
For what would be cooler…
maybe, I could give it to you
If I had the courage to

be going somewhere
Instead, run boy run… but why
Because I’m shy, no… I’m scared
Petrified, when you’re such a wonderful surprise
Only you’re not in my red room
You’re not mine, tragic
With “him” I’ll assume
Never mine to ravish
Me you’d never choose

But wouldn’t it be nice…
Suppose I might never know
Because this place is not quite paradise
To find you I might have to go
Holding my breath, when I slip you a note
I don’t want to run that fast
Don’t want to scare you… I hope
Then love has already passed
When the stars go blue

will you stay with me, or be right here waiting there
In your lingerie… someday
Well I won’t be no runaway
My heart’s not going anywhere

When you’re too close to care

Copyright © 2015 Second Circle Creations, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

Inspired By: Babydoll a.k.a. Emily Browning… Sucker Punch, “Rock Hard Mr. Jeweler” by Will Bradford Jr, Ellie Goulding “Love Me Like You Do” Fifty Shades of Grey Soundtrack, Woodkid “Run Boy Run”, Shawn Hlookoff “Wonderful Surprise”, The Beach Boys “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”, Bliss 66 “Not Quite Paradise”, The Corrs ft. Bono “When The Stars Go Blue”, Sam Smith “Stay With Me”, Richard Marx “Right Here Waiting”, Sugar Ray “Someday”, The National “Runaway” and a preview of “Beyond Ruin” by Kit Rocha