YOUR SONG

It’s the things that make you……….   The last stone in the wall, A single word worth more than many, The look that holds the attention, The song full of what we need, The day regardless of rain or sun, The dance that fills you with good, The voice you run too, The screen door … More YOUR SONG

TRY AGAIN

It’s the end of where I’ve been and the beginning of where I need to go. It’s a long road I’ve shortened. While standing under the shade of where I want to be, I hold time and watch its hands; it stops for no one.   Every memory has its own weight. Darkness has the … More TRY AGAIN

OPEN DISORDER

Waves of words press against change, pushing relentlessly uphill, gaining two steps behind forward.  Like clouds boiling out, releasing fingers of long rain.  Tension is a moment of unwanted paradise.  Voices rise within a stream of indifference; there are no two sides, only one is always right. A walk of thoughts becomes a river, a … More OPEN DISORDER

CLIMBING OUT

Each of us is a song.  No voice the same.  Every turn finds a new path.  No road remains untraveled or forgotten, while some are filled with promise, others send us home.   We overlook the obvious; chances without names or introductions. There before us angels unbeknownst, Encourage the right way.  We are new, blessed … More CLIMBING OUT

IT ALL ADDS UP

I am the undercurrent of your shadow. A breath between beats. Breezes move past like years of facts we claim to achieve.  Words become festivals of flow; engines of fire, strong with grace. Sometimes when alone, memories speak to me while angels weep of loss, under the welcome cover of clouds. It’s all simple in … More IT ALL ADDS UP

A PATH THROUGH

Years hold the pictures as youth fills in where legs ran forever; trees envied the quickness.  Warm days touch the side of faces; a silent act of unconcern.  Empty chairs hold the shadows several times removed; their song is a story of before.  Fondness eventually waits for no one.  The clock of seasons protects its … More A PATH THROUGH

BEFORE AND AFTER

Her song pressed out what was good, speaking about night and alone And how to make the giants go away. Her anger was mild and her forgiveness peppered with flavor from street Lights and city traffic, yet she exhibited a cruel disturbance, like chaos by the numbers; a painting of sadness.  She warned that dust … More BEFORE AND AFTER

EVENING CANVAS

Ripples of shadows crossed the field, like racers to the finish.  Birds of all sizes cut corners above the willowy weeds. Moths dared themselves into the air to a line of trees.  A thin dew spread evenly over leaves and brush.  The change from day to dusk moved within the sky. Small creatures scurried swiftly … More EVENING CANVAS

OUT OF BOUNDS

The fire excites gypsy dancing. Sparks mingle angrily into the cool breezes of a blackened night. The air becomes possessed with groans and fevered mutterings. The sounds crawl to the ground like a snake fleeing without a fight.   Music fuels the spirit unleashed.  Shoes pound the dirt.  Dust clings to everything. Hands clap a … More OUT OF BOUNDS

THE OTHER SIDE

Alone is the railroad car continually passing by, rattling the night into darkness with insincere eyes.. The sound of breathing roars across the bed.  The drip of a faucet clocks out the minutes with agony. Outside city lights blink a neon code; red-blue points with false hope. Fleeting dreams raise a curtain revealing faces without … More THE OTHER SIDE