trellised words, vined thoughts, labyrinths watering misshapen clay under the eyes of what was hidden invisible, releasing messages from years, unstoppable, like the warmth of a calendar welcoming summer during the search for me
it was at the edge of horizons where eyes welcome a steady line of waves touching the senses, dripping from clouds hiding in shadows evenings and nights and familiar songs the years are unstoppable, a collection words, drifting in breezes but not forgotten
he crosses all seasons, jagged paths stitched to paper maps past meadows cleared by hands towns with forgotten names iron fence posts empty buildings exhausted like a defeated fighter one more corner and another, following after like a wheel off balance, desiring a warm cup of coffee to heal the wounds … More FOR JUST A MOMENT
this road that road it’s the forgot of what there was to forget a place a room, shallow, deep, a pillow of dreams the opening of seasons living in the river of today, reflecting away the ordinary fighting against “instead” without slipping into madness where broken wings turn to rags, but … More HEALING WOUNDS
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
withdrawn, the language of comfort, facing into a corner a journey of eyes closed and hands pressed tightly securing darkness, where walls meet as solid agents and silent sentinels, providing firm support without affection, available without reservation
words and languages fell to the ground like autumn leaves we step around, staring down at what makes up our sentences and thoughts and that of others, comparing, learning what to avoid, or accept as ownership points to the good and bad, the hidden invisible, sheltered within now scattered for all to see, the … More ANGELS AND DEVILS
you surrender to the story, a collision of opinions slipping through cerebral picket fences while avoiding the bad dog of loneliness pretending again for a new ending to the fire and madness, the undercurrent of failings, remembering the good of what should be the best part of any dance as your arms reach around to … More REINVENTING
under a crescent moon strangers find company with me like and open window where caution is fleeting, long on chances short on faith and explanations failing we are performers with blurred experience, cold to the skin like wet gauze or a spotlight on a road searching for a comfortable end
words I know falling on me from clouds and infinity skies like blizzards of fire or moonlit letters of shadowed memories flowing down reminding, slipping within morning and evening buried in the breath under every sun and moon recalling the moments never to return
Roger Singer 