Have you ever lost a memory?

Have you ever lost a memory?

Have you ever lost a memory?
One that you should never have had
Never had in the first place
One that slipped into your life
And took your breath away
The eyes the could see pasted the facade
Look into your soul
And take your beating heart in their hands
All you wish is that they would keep it
But instead throw it back in your face
The echoes of their laughter
Sliding across the water
A silvery ghost
Like a bad van gosh painting
One the brother could not sell
A moon high up
The reflection off the water
And maybe a boat just off to the left
Unfinished words like that painting
Discarded

Even Angels cry

Even Angels cry

Even Angels cry
What makes such a creature shed tears?
Is it because they once had a soul
They remember the one that broke their essence
Now and again memories appear
Like ghosts on the wind
A smell, a taste, a glance
The Figure only an outline
There one second then gone
Memories crash them angels down
Tears dropping from no where
The figure fresh in their minds
Like a puff of smoke
Apart of their makeup
A place, a time of year or the color of snow
Bring those memories back
Like the shadows on a broken rock
Sounds of the shadows a gift to only those that can hear
Hills angels run from
As the rocks come tumbling down
Their wings clipped just enough
That their tears make their cheeks hurt
Memories fresh in their mind
Of the person they once were
The outline of the person they are so connected to
Regrets they turned their backs on
Angels can be puffs of smoke too

Black sun

Black sun

Black sun, white orchids
Looking at the world,
Through black and white sun glasses
Were are the grays
Were are the colours
Asked for just one angel
Heard nothing but static on the line
Searching for happiness
And finding despair
Residue in the clouds above
In the music on the ground
Foot steps in my mind
Lame I know
Every one settled in their comfort zone
To scared to take a step
Wandering through this ice age
Reaching out for an unattainable aspiration
Settling for nothing except perfection
Painted faces on
Narcissistic actions demanding beck and call
Looking at the world through negative glasses
Seeing black suns and white orchids
Beautiful people on the dance floor
With their arms up high
Dieing before you
Like time lap movies
Music plays on
As the coffin slams shout
Clues with in metaphors
Hidden behind similes
Images screaming to be heard
As the water drops down
From the frozen mirrors
Dreams can wrap you up
And keep you warm

Even mimes tell stories

Even mimes tell stories


Even mimes tell stories
They stand out in a crowd
Face all white in a mask
Simple black clothing

All the characters on a baseball team
Simplicity in their every action
The dialog in everyone’s mind
The story is the same from country to country
Dialog the only thing that deviates

A team of one
Pitcher, batter, catcher and the umpire
A strike or a home run
The mime stays in the same spot

Faces in the crowd change
People talking starting each sentence
With “I “or “me” but never we
The mime looks up to the stars
Puts his imaginary hat on
Staying in one spot walks into future


Even mimes tell stories
All the characters on a baseball team
Simplicity in their every action
The dialog in everyone’s mind
The mime looks up to the stars
Puts his imaginary hat on
Staying in one spot walks into future

Lost soul

Lost soul

Awaking from the anesthetic
An operation with no pain killer
Open heart surgery
For my heart and soul has been
Given to another
Yet tossed aside unwanted
Actions and words have no effect
Salvation thrown into the wind
Lost my soul
Wonders the land obliterated
And brittle,
Shattered with jagged wounds
Cradling my thoughts
Moaning in the fetal position
And smiling at the world
Yet gyrating out of control
Tingles dance down my spine
It is numbing, relentless, and unbearable
An abandoned heart left to inherit the wind
Granite façade with melancholy eyes
The embodiment of affliction

Looking like a model

Looking like a model

Looking like a model
from an Abercrombie And Fitch advertisement
She stands across the plat form
Thoughts appear in my mind
Strange and contradictory
The same set of Hox genes are in
frogs as are in humans
There are a minimum of thirty two amino acids
That needs to hook up to form the replicating protein
Random chance of forming is at ten to the power of forty one
The rain sluiced across all surfaces
Making the world appear insubstantial
And unreal
What are the chances of meeting a person that
Has all the qualities and ascetics
And can trust
Passing in a airport or on a beach
On a train or walking in park
What are the chances of her talking?
Willing to take a chance
Or even willing to stop
Against common sense

Life in mediocrity

Life in mediocrity

Tell me how you lived
With honesty in your heart
And truth in your veins
Happiest is an ideal
Seldom found and rarely realized
Some go through life in mediocrity
Settling for what is in their comfort zone
To scared to take two steps
Toward an ideal
Regretting every single day with every
Single breathe
The weight pressing your soul down
Be a single flower pushing its way through
the snow and the concrete
Fighting to breathe in the night sky
A perfect bloom in a sea of wishful thinking
Reach for the sky
Touch one soul is all it asks for
Cheese ball words flow across the paper
And the room in empty
The quietness echoes off the hard wood floor
Three books have been written
And they have no effect
My heart continue its journey
Broken glass on the floor
It will fade away in the sea

Snowing ice pellets

Snowing ice pellets

It is snowing ice pellets
Sarcasm included
It is the poem written
Above my bed
Across the ceiling
Dam there goes
The damage deposit

Saved by an angel once

Saved by an angel once
Why she did what she did
I will never know
When really I should be dead
Woke up in a hospital
Missing days and
wondering who I was
Second time she did that
Spared me when really I should be dead
Starting over with nothing but a smile
and scare tissue
And so many friends I didn’t know I had
Life is special even though the angel spared me
What is my purpose?

Rain check for a rainy day

Rain check for a rainy day

Rain check for a rainy day
The water comes down
From a the clouds above
The smell refreshing in a spastic way
Waiting for a sign from the heavens above
Wondering if this is all it’s about
Killing time hoping it will change
Chillin with the water drops
Like asphalt under ice on an obscure highway
The pressure to throw the gloves down and walk away
Never says my heart
And my mind will follow
Take the broses and stand up tall
Man up as the tears fall
The tears being washed away
By the rain this day
The games ladies play
Braking hearts and laughing all the way
Staying in touch by remote control
Shreds of despair
Broken glass shining in the setting sun
A park bench empty
Where there should be someone
Thoughts absorbed by the wood
As the park bench cries to be heard
Wishing anyone would visit

Perplexing L

Perplexing L

In the night sky
A waning moon
The clouds obscure and the
Wind screams
Stained glass reflects
Perplexing Ls
Mysterious mirage
Anxiety
Waiting for the mirage
Is it real
Ambiguous statements
The shadows of the trees is
Creepy in an adoring way

Angels fall like drops of rain

Angels fall like drops of rain

Angels fall like rain drops from the sky
The heavens open up to cry
The sounds of the angels hitting the ground
Is like hail cutting the fields down

Angels have feelings to
And a job to do
Feeling they don’t know they are searching for
Are their jobs redundant?

One angel is all I am asking for
Catch her before she hits the ground
Hope she lands just under my eyes
Runs down my cheek like a rain drop

To touch my lips
To taste the salt of the heavens
Just one angel please
To make my life complete

The drop to make me hole again
To share life as one
To lift me up
So my heart can touch the clouds

All the words I have written

All the words I have written


All the words I have written
And it makes no difference
The frustration continues to build as the leaves fall
And the snow storm comes with a blast from the south west
The emptiness of your void leaves me filleted like a heart donor on an operating table
With no pain killer
It makes no difference as the time is on your side
A crazy kind of year
With a foot of snow on the ground
And leaves still in the trees
I am freezing from the inside out
As the kittle rocks on the burner
I want to scream but no one can hear

A sculpture of light

A sculpture of light

The flame will burn
Like memory of what
Could have been
And should have been
The light will flicker
But not burn out
The glow will leave
Shadows on the halls,
Walls and ceiling
The shadows will dance
The dance exotic entanglement
Two people embracing
And the shadows just a
Fleeting memory of their moment
Living on in movement
As the shadows slides across
The floor
A sculpture of light

A Kryptonite Cross

A Kryptonite Cross

A Kryptonite cross lies heavy on my soul.
Where the river flows
As the wind blows
I run by the fields
Each little flower holds a tear from the sky
Thinking about the mountains I climbed
And the rivers I crossed to get here
In the middle of no where
You walk across my soul
Without looking my way
It breaks my heart in so many ways
My spirit is twisted
You laugh and cry and it reminds me of
The way it could have been

Lost and found

Lost and found
Oh why
I want to believe
These walls
Hold more
See them come crashing down

Lost in the wind
I want to believe
In some thing
Oh why

Anyone cares
Hear the song
Answers in the clouds
Only in the wind
Guilt washed over

Insane nascent
Oh why
Self sacrifice

Want to care
Believe
Hope is tangible

Once had meaning

Once had meaning
Sad I still want too
In the end
A red sky
Only three will be there
Perhaps one or two more
That’s okay
The sky was not grey
Cared a little
Place the dust in the clouds

No need for painted on faces
So thick the tears will flake
Karma is tantalizing
Slow at times

Everything passes
Always ticking down
Today is already history
Feeding the grass

10 simple rules
How many can you count down?
Tears can be real
Not in your mob

Can you see the regret?
Through the flakes
Passing judgment
Empty laughter

An ideal

An ideal
So much more than a promise
Five years have gone
Reason things happen
Bitterness can cloud even regard

Ideals
Search for perfection
A life wasted
A toxic soup
Unplugged

Line in the sand
Untouchable
Invisible to everyone
Including you

Happiness
Like that line in the sand
Hidden behind a smile
Invisible

La Fayette shadow silhouetted

La Fayette shadow silhouetted
All in a cup
Warm perfection
Made fresh

Da Vinci wrote seven books
Put his pen down and said I am done
Painted seven master pieces
Then put his brush down
Cut seven perfect sculptures
Dropped his chisel in the dust
Wrote seven idealistic songs
Broke the guitar
Thought it would be perfect to fly
Designed a kite for man
Named it Mona
Looked to the sky at dusk
And said I am done
A shadow silhouetted by the sun

Warm perfection
Made fresh
All from a simple idea
Perfection