NIGHTLY FAITH

Every evening he gazed up at evening stars whispering words he collected or a poem or song he was fond of watching the mist of his breath layer gently into cool air   and even if clouds blocked his view he continued to speak knowing the stars were still there   Advertisements

EXPRESSION

Poetry strong a subtle story without subtitles   breathing out words to grow on or avoid   ideas pressed in the winds of thought   hold tight the cards place the bets take the winnings and then the door   tears for hope and faith to the end

WASHED OUT

Broken desires are deserts without souls thirsting for water breathing hot air spread across cruel sands   they are beyond faith and prayers   like promises unfulfilled slipping through broken fences and over empty lots   each desire is a passion of fire   the ashes become answers forming a new story

NIGHT REST

I’m on my own line   there’s no sideways just the only road I know   a nameless opening to slip through   the green grass on the other side is well past and without flavor to remember and faces forgotten   night rest now comes easy

COMMON GROUND

We are students on the edge where unedited souls   are roots of voices searching for a river to be part of   to form a journey of communion to lean away from the failing   we tempt mercy under various clouds while resembling a fallen shingle from the sky   there is no center … More COMMON GROUND

A GRAY MORNING

The vanity of the ground was altered by a morning rain.   the meadow trembled under the wetness pulled from the sky   a linen gray horizon without sound slept overhead.        

HAUNTED

Everything needs to be blocked out   all sounds that have nothing to do with what’s before me   others have their callings places they worship distant precipices or deserts   but here I am selfishly willfully yielding my attention   I am haunted by the aroma and authority the force lurking below the surface … More HAUNTED

THE VOICES

she holds close the pain careful not to break it   like a hunger she feeds it in morning speaking to it at night   grieving flows within watering the splinters of thoughts embedded in memories   helping her is not easy when the voices attack me   I know she’s still alive inside when … More THE VOICES

COMMON GROUND

We are students on the edge roots of voices found like a river consuming broken unedited souls   it’s a journey of communion leaning away from the fall tempting mercy under uncertain clouds while feeling like a fallen shingle from the sky   there is no center of regret to rest on only a sharp … More COMMON GROUND

TO ANOTHER PLACE

There are many roads some with my name in the dust others I forgot like the place I’m from   boxcars like the likes of me no favorites just moving through storms and deserts   open land is the power of silence the spreading of alone where road signs collide suggesting the start of what … More TO ANOTHER PLACE