EMPTY STOMACH

turn arounds where roads end like poor decisions and empty pockets where dreams the size of mountains fall from the sky melting into an ocean under a moon where new roads fail to create change from unaccepting disapproving eyes while repressing sadness and an empty stomach

COVER OF DARK

surrounded  by a skeleton of trees   a shudder of wind reveals gravestones of buried souls   scattered ashes and dust of heroes and villains tossed together into a gathering of memories   where wings and whispers sleep along side of unpacked dreams  

BREATHE

breathe, breathe, inhale the aroma the bitter barbed the gentle without wings   breathe, breathe, the silence required the answers searched in empty pockets   breathe, breathe, the anger consumed the choice not taken the basket half full   breathe, breathe the choices once made the crossroads disturbed resting in dreams   breathe, breathe out … More BREATHE

OUT OF PLACE

we fear the stranger fallen from grace shaken, unsure   hair snarled like side yard vines a reminder of someone chasing you in dreams   the eyes, hoping for a sympathy gaze   for coins a cold meal, from a warm heart   he knows he is out of place, searching for someplace else  

BROKEN HEARTED

the window foretold outside weather   changing winds brushed summer from blue skies   fragrances reclined as flowers unfolded, releasing their seeds fulfilling the promise to return like dreams even for the broken hearted  

FLEETING IMAGE

it was a gray tunnel   there was a man wearing an overcoat and hat   his back toward me walking quickly away, weaving to the sides, heavy steps raising dust from a crimson road   he was joined by a white bird, its wings covering the man   his image lost as the creature … More FLEETING IMAGE

REMINDING ME

that’s the cloud holding my dreams, I know the shape I recognize it often possessing my words within its corners and folds, desperate emotions, wounds, joyful expressions, the in between, and prayers for voices no longer with us, gone to rest as I stand under the cloud I trusted, a witness reminding me to keep … More REMINDING ME

YOUR OWN ECHO

when alone the only voice returning is an echo, the strangeness of a familiar chord to argue with, show sympathy to or scold   each pause, no matter how uncomfortable, promotes an opening for rebuttal, the opportunity to gain favor between reality and shadows  

SOUL PRINT

  youth took the half of me photos that never grow old   sandy foot prints left behind strangers under full moons   dusk and lost clouds dawn with a new start   a dream dismantled a prayer answered   recovering from loss falling into strength   the ordinary path the measure of  a chance … More SOUL PRINT