Stephen Yusko's Blog

  No Sunrise in a Storm                           -  Stephen Yusko Ain’t no sunrise in a storm Ain’t heard my name as I roam No fireplace to keep me warm Chase me from my bus stop home I have my demons, yet to name You have yours, just the same Stranger danger look away Not sister nor brother do you claim Crazy Joe, Veteran Al Shopping cart Sally, my passing pals Scrounge for scraps, a buck or two Take it day by day, to pull me through  Ain’t no sunrise in a storm Ain’t heard my name as I roam No fireplace to keep me warm Chase me from my bus stop home Angels appear now and then Shapeshifter Jesus, time to spend  Arm’s length distance away from me In a moment, the eyes of a friend Bleed me out frozen, take my life Winter’s cold, a cutting knife Dumpster coffin calling me Reaper man’s roundup will I be Ain’t no sunrise in a storm Ain’t heard my name for so long No fireplace to keep me warm Poor man’s grave is now home

Gray Day Gray is the color, mountain pathway descent Gray is the color of your stare, discontent Gray is the mud between black and white  Gray takes away the colors from my sight Gray head sign of intelligence Gray clouds hide the sun’s eminence  Gray my mood when I am lonely  Gray is the mystery that goes beyond me Gray is a reach toward retirement Gray is her hair dyed blonde for excitement  Gray clippings on the barbershop floor Gray memory as I reach for the door Gray is the mystery far beyond me Gray like my father ever reminds me Gray is the blessing of many days Gray looking back at my changing ways

  Darkened Blue Blue waters turn black  I look to what I lack Not material but decisions made Wayward path, shifting ways Dawning memory unfading Remind me of the obsession remaining  Sunrise sneaks up on the horizon Winter’s blanket chill my soul As I cower under bedroll Warm my mind To greet this day Shine a new path for my way Darkness fades and returns again Sow your pain, unwanted friend Lessons learned scars revealing  Guide me to the path of healing