ANOTHER BRICK

unkempt hours lacking value steal the breath out of day   anxious wishing tries to move time, though fails against the push   within the clutter of desks and chairs heads lean like gravestones while the eyes of one look like the eyes of another      

TO THE END

before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf   the moon and stars care not   the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light   those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END

BRING IT BACK

It’s the center of this and that a beginning sound   a chance waited for full of hope with few answers   a youth of energy believing in innocence while wondering about shadows and where they sleep at night   its where we wish to return the place we thought would never leave while we … More BRING IT BACK

THE HOPEFUL

Backyard hideaway supporting wings of travel flags turned flat and straight clouds above roll out mercy while angels move swiftly overhead as the earth continues to turn underneath those in need   where wishes find passage into the softness of the praying soul discovering gold under the diamonds of eyes full of promise.    

STILL FRAMES

Night is the last language of day, full of unspoken wishes while breathing new words.  Theatres with black and white movies attract the mysterious; plenty of empty red velvet seats. Stained concrete steps descend into the veins of subways.  Under examined street art is worth less than the paint.   Crisscrossing pedestrians stream past like … More STILL FRAMES