ANOTHER STEP

Removing the coat of protection   the curtain once important   breaking away from the person within   where the dust of youth is a repeating song   while pushing out the voices of ghosts and shadows

HE WAS HERE

And then… he was gone   he took with him his voice and crooked smile   his welcoming eyes and calm purpose to all he met   he left behind his favorite hat a pen for writing a few books and a cat and dog that still look for him   sorrow fills in hard … More HE WAS HERE

TODAY…OR TOMORROW

…the beginning of finding the step left behind the curtain untouched the magic uncovered   there’s a long walk without reason or direction   a time buried in alone   a door offering release   questions fill the pockets answers hope for friends   search is the escape from the crossroads   a subtle direction … More TODAY…OR TOMORROW

LATE NIGHT

  walking a path where moonlight follows   breezes brush against the edge of curiosity   a reminder that phantoms are shadows with voices revealing everything once tried and those feelings avoided   afraid of loving afraid of losing   haunting the inner soul    

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

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

SOFTLY WE GO

The words spoken were like threads thinning at the elbow, deep thoughts from a cold heart with warm hands   a story of the distant from here about adding to the next step after the last one taken   speaking darkly about alleys cutting between buildings of memories and voices at the clothesline or the … More SOFTLY WE GO

FROM THE EDGE

From the fires comes the soil of independence a revolution of being disconnected resisting the effort to conform just to exist   while the street calls for a voice and the paper for a pen   desire hopes for the stars to align, discovering the balance under a full moon

LOOKING INTO

There are mountains to behold some soft others of granite messages hidden within the folds of clouds   some open doors worth forgetting closed ones we forgot to open   a watershed of voices replaced by empty chairs by those passing to the other side   we celebrated their life favoring the moments while looking … More LOOKING INTO