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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Karmic slate

Karmic slate
Pandora opening square cubes
With a confused stare
Reptilian psychopathic glare

Would Karma account for the insane?
Passing judgment on the inane
Incompetent foresight
Begrudging pity

First day of winter
Last day of fall
Snow settles softly
Eerily quiet

An old man sits at the fire
Watching the flames dance
His mind wonders to Cyprus
And a long walk

A desperate dance with a devil
Knocking all the ghosts out
Liquid amber splashing
Turning the ground to a fire burn

The rain drives hard
Each droplet a mirror
Drowning the fire in darkness
And reflecting mirrors

Karma looks on passing judgment
Taking into account all those past mistakes
And all those many lives
All she can do is cry

The old man stands
Reaches down to grab another log
Gently puts it on the embers
Watches the sparks

Each of which look like a mini star
Before it burns out
A constellation of flames
Reflecting heaven

Friday, December 21, 2012

perfection in heaven’s sky

The perfection in heaven’s sky

The moon’s silvery touch
Kissing humanities tanned skin
Reaching gently through transparent clouds
Rippling across watery glass
Wrapped in its warm embrace
Jet streams cut the clouds
Their shadowy trails seemingly singing in silent harmony
Living in the atmosphere above infinity
Three streams trailing the wishes of humanity
Beats calling in a rhythm clinically
Sinicism of everyday
Sitting in the cooling sand
An anonymous evening
Answering questions in silence
Defining truth and honesty
Between suitable most parts
A silver moon to light the eyes
The shadows down cast in moon’s gaze
Living in a hopeful fantasy in paradise
Framed by moments of perceptible perfections
Amongst the calm waves of a windless night
Water in the sea of this hope
Reflecting light to the edge on infinity
Where will the plane land?
Before the question that will these night
Coyote calls echoing under calm urgency
Descending to the silent hunger
Not wanting the cooling sand to end
Embracing the warmth of infinity
Reflecting in honeyed tea

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

+ motives

Ulterior motives

That was then
Lost in Baltimore
No place to go
this is now
agendas of the timid
motives of the craved
walled in bricks
the stories the building must hear
the stories it must endure
witnessing so little hope
so many lost and worried souls
the tales one building can feel
voices directing a fever
ghosts with their own object reasoning
foreshadowing the inane
one more story to behold
a spot light in the cloudy grey haze
smiles can break walls down
laughter heals wounds
time was too busy to consider
to have a sliver of hope
it is better than despair
everything dust from the universe
every drop of rain accounted for
ulterior motives of intellectuals
toys to be deployed
smiles breaking walls down
laughter healing wounds
time was too busy for
silent indecision
honest man walking
crazy man looking to reflections
agendas of all us fools

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Thanks for the Addiction

Thanks for the Addiction

You will live forever
Plays on the radio
Memories come flooding back
A very dark sky in July
The stars seem to sing
You can almost hear the words
Their voices on the wind
Light flashes turning midnight to noon
A meteor shower better
Then any fireworks display

This addiction
Nothing else matters
Coming from the speakers
Memories return
Climbing in an ice storm
To a summit in the sky
The glassier so ice blue
At the edge were ice flowers bloom
An August worth remembering
On the side of a mountain
Breathing in the sky

An Addition
No mysteries you know what I need
Screaming on the airwaves
Memories in the mist
Some additions never die
Walking game trails
In a haze of waterfalls
To a place of mysteries
A lake in the clouds
Shadows in a cloudy outline
A trip to contemplate

Some additions
Our loves of our lives
Rhyming on my sleeves
You can leave some behind
Even when all you want is to rewind
Flashback to salt air
An memory with so much flair
Crashing waves on the sands of inevitability
Fire crackles with a warm humility
A stepping stone
Watching as if in a zone

Thank you for the addition
Words to a song
Driving you back to that place
To every where you wished to be
Every rift has a memory
Taking one back
To when you were there
Every smell a connection
To distant places in different times
An addition stepping stone

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Morphine Crazy

Her words
Feeling broken
Morphine crazy
Delusional happy
Ants crawling
Under my skin
chasing veins
Fix me were the words
Please don’t leave
Please don’t leave
In this pale room
The walls are breathing
Her voices in my head
Feeling broken inside
Morphine itch
Clawing inside out
Eating at my skin
How I miss it
When it not there
Fix me
Feeling broken
Morphine crazy
Her words lingering
The walls just stare
I sold this soul
Now I want it back
Rage is like that
Seeing more clearly
Morphine crazy
Eating at your skin
Listening to silent voices
Paranoia delusions of grandeur
Staring at rising suns

Friday, December 7, 2012


Make this moment last
Forever in one breathe
Solipsistic pointlessness

Artificial memories
Clouding the real
Seeing through filtered lens

Depone in the belief
That everything else is impossible
Designed to fail with nature’s touch

Divine carelessness
Scopperloit Rastaquouere everywhere
Their loves desire covered in dust

The unfamiliar mortgaged
That life a mirage
Smiling sarcasm

Hope and happiness
Intent on desire
More a lost cause

Memories that are real
Depending on point of view
Appearing as new

Intent on making this moment last
A desire for it never to end
Forever in one breathe

All gone before breathing in
Artificial memories
Clouded by the real

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Jets streams above

Jets streams above
Sand is cold
Contrasting with the warmth of calm
On a beach with a Spanish name
If it only were a sea
Well past sunset and well short of dawn
Listening to the sounds floating across the calm
A windless night just above the ground
A tableau of perfection on the canvas of reality
Light from the moon casts a silvery glow
Wrapping the world in the gift of the day
The Jets high above tying a bow
Doing so very quietly
The people within unaware
Of their effect on thy memory
Their passage fading yet lingering lightly
The beat of a summer gathering calls
Asking to dance as if in a trace
The shore across reaches inviting
The light sparkles on the silver calm
Children of the moon in the calm of night
A voice from the past touching in the present
The clouds this night are perfection
I thought you love this place
Why would you want to leave?
Is this voice real voicing my thoughts?
The Jets slowly fades
The streams of their bows drift into clouds
Should we go or linger here under the moon
Wanting to bath in the silvery calm embrace
Knowing even perfection must come to an end

Saturday, December 1, 2012

changing tomorrows

Words can change tomorrows

And the results of yesterdays
Changing the past to whatever you desire

Take away the burning rain

Tears of all those crying jeers
Ears that overheard

The tone of the madness
Changing one thing everyday

So the madness of this day

Is gone from this memory
Agony builds up

Seeing the liars and cheats

The fools that believed
Working to deceive

Hard to even fake smiles

Tongue-tied turn a ways
Gaping holes in a chiasm

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Watching jet planes

Watching jet planes
Flying towards yesterdays
Wondering what it holds
Receipts piling past
Recording deceptively
A guardian for seven days
Growling at strangers and friends equally
Judging lethargic proposals
Degrees of clarity
Shots at second chances
Spinning the bottle
Caring not where the chamber points
Burning intent ions
Understanding the broken hearted
Destroying everything started
Crashing down dejected
Wanting hope restarted
Tenderness is fleeting
Knowing the unlikely
Linking the parted
Watching jet planes
Flying towards tomorrows
Knowing what it holds
Clarity piling up
Erasing in honesty
A sentinel at the door
Judging viewpoints
A bottle pointing at a door
Standing among the broken
All the cast a ways
Holding hands tenderly
Smiling ephemerally
Gluing the shreds together
Shinny public grin
Knowing where it goes
Looking at departures
And arrivals

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

meaning on display

Hidden meaning on display

Sculpture in ice, iron and stone
Painted in oil all in hues of blue
Martyrdom by arrows of desire
Longing for inner peace
A soul lost in conflict
There are two sides to doubt
Talking out loud
Meaning lost in the haze
Some will see the meaning
Some will guess at it
Thinking it reflected in needs
Refining the design of fate
The mind a resource gone to waste
Philosophical questions is
When is the time right?
Doing what is correct in spite of image
A type of courage faced alone
Hidden meaning on display
With all those numbers in her eyes
An all knowing smile
Parody of hypocritical mocking
Tear tracks of laughter
On a symmetrical face emulating divinity
Can you see her staring?
Mountains in the background
Garments from another place
Watching you looking
Analyzing your reaction
Staring across time
Watching every move
In a lonely crowded room
Rolling ideas in cabbage leaves
Hidden meaning on display
What would Mona Lisa Say?
About this simple recipe
For ever one to see
What was the meaning?
Meant for everyone
But really only meant for one
Do you say you understand?
Time slams the gavel down
The sound witnessed
In the blue mountain haze

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Disappointing and fragmented

Disappointing and fragmented
Empty park bench watching the stars in the rain
Once a life time you will look up
The sky will be so clear
That they stare back at you
Through the fog of everyday haze
Some memories are disappointing
Fragmented between happy
Time slows down to a heart beat
Steam on the water floats
Like lost souls drifting in the shadows of yesterday
Flower pedals are resilient in the wind
Resilient in decrepit
People drift like pebbles in the current
Mixing yesterdays and tomorrows
The train echoing in the distance
Crying a lonely resolute
Floating down a mountain side
Like clothes in the drier
Ending up nice and folded
The light is warm
Touching here and there
Hearing a voice
But not the words
And what they mean
Fragmented yesterdays
Between disappointment
And painted on smiles
Burning inside with hope
Waiting for fate
To dig up a sweet potato pie
It will warm your insides
But not the words
And what they mean
Lips so moist in the moon light
As the steam kisses them

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Broken Angel Calls

Broken Angel calling
Requesting a guardian of her own
Tweaked, twisted and funky
Encased in metal and glass
Feeling like a write off
Playing tag on glass ice
In the beauty of the sublime
The trees in rime
After twilight under a crescent moon
Shadows looking like reapers’ tool
Hoar frost watching
Santani playing piano
Tweaked and twisted metal
Broken angel calls
Requesting a guardian
Grim the reaper smiles
The frost on the trees
Drift away in sheets of ice
Like a snow falling from the ground
Silence broken by glass
As she lays upside down
Encased in metal and glass
A cage of steel

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Elegance washed it waste

Elegance washed it waste
Curiosity building like the morning
Amateurs in a whiff
No patience for the philosophy of life
Devouring souls like a hungry parasite
Consuming every one that stands in her way
Excruciating weight of responsibility
Clumsy intent balanced on restlessness
Karma by another name
Words woven in rejection
Serene vantage points
Inevitable calm
Lost memories are like that
Haunting the unsteady insane
Omnipresent reality destroyer
Seeing rainbows in her tear filled eyes
Looking through a window
Her baby on the other side
Born to early
Living in a glass cage
Wishing things were different
Seeing into the future
Knowing things will change
Everything past broken
As she just stares
Will he stand in front of a window
Hoping things will be different
She slowly touches the window pane
Her way of saying see you
When I see you
I will always be by your side
She looks to the left
Hearing voices
Her mother and father are standing there
Both looking through her
At her son
Her daddy’s words
Just above a whisper
To her mom
I want her here
to see her son

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Evangelistic screaming

Evangelistic screaming
Waking up to a nickel plated throw away
Pointing at my head
The words primal wash
Milquetoast warmth in proximity
White bandana covering all features
White and red hat
This is for all you done

To the right avenging man in white
Stands a man in brown
Malevolent posture ambiguous stare
Merely a hazy silhouette in the background
Details are in delineated detail
The frozen ground in falls reds and yellows
Diner table and chairs
Outside in the midnight air

lighting flash
this body slams to the ground
a pair of knee high leather steps over
walking towards the east LA want to be
nickel plated throw away smoking

the leather boots turn a tight pair of red leggings
black fitted leather jacket
faceless mop of hair
struggling to see more
fighting the sleep
the scene slowly spins

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

new story

Be that new story
Over the old
Making happy memories
Over the scorn
Make her tears dry up

Be a new story
That drives out the old
Making happy memories proud
Tears of joy instead gloom
Like summer that warms the soul

Be that story
That people envy
The one that beats the odds
One that makes you proud
New beginnings in the ashes of old

A story that seems old
Seemly a fairytale
A probability that is odd
One that people strive for
A summer that warms the soul

Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Price

The price of freedom
One minute of silence

Once a year
For memories we will never have
With the ones we will never know

Bagpipes crying
Coffins draped in cloth
Maple leaf cut in granite

Dust to dust
Last post lingers
An empty spot left

As the planes fly in formation
The flag is folded
Handed over with tears

For memories we will never have
With the ones we will never know

Friday, November 9, 2012

Jagged edges

Jagged edges
Open chest cavity
Faceless romantics
Filling an abyss
Desperately melancholy
Sad happy memory
On a epitaph
Alias illusions
On stage in the curtains
In someone else’s play
Jagged little smiles
History written
Yesterday before tomorrow
Words mouthed on schooner
Road trips in Canberra
Over broken glass
Scared by a passer by
Stitched a little jagged
The cutting edge
Of broken glass
Slowly working towards
Well again

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Who going to be president

Dripping honesty
Mocking the truth
The world believed
Locked in gridlock
Lost in indecision
Been cursed
Recycling words
Left behind

Mouthing words
Sounding bourgeoisie
A silent song
Collecting hats
War trophies
Stacking body bags

Little boys wander
In the snow in bare feet
Along busy highways
Looking amongst the debris

Falling from mountain tops
Picking up the pieces
It is not so bad
Pictures in every syllable
A girl comes along
Helping pick up those pieces
Finding a pair of shoes
A human among a million faces

All those cars
Stuck on a freeway
Paying a toll in time
Everyone mouthing the words
Silent songs of blind rage
Waiting to for the present
As little boys walk
On the side lines bare foot
You can hear the voices
Singing their silent songs

Who going to be president
Help pick up the pieces
One chance to change the world
dripping cynicism

Monday, November 5, 2012

Moving Chalk Line

Life shadow dancing
Pantomime dance

Transforming symmetry
Facing fear to overcome it

In the artificial now
Developing new

Shadow follows
Moving chalk outline

Waiting for the tape off
Synthetic happiness

Sincerity I don’t care
From people that dare

Infinite ending
Contemptuous loop

Losing identity
Spite is appealing

Without hate
Indifferent beginning

Apathetic here and now
Lethargic love

Listless ending to be endured
Regret woven in the fabric

In the cheap t shirt
Called longing

Whirlpool sucking your soul
Picking up pieces

Holding shards together
The jagged edges cutting

Like the words of tomorrow
Leaving you dripping red

On an empty time line

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Autocratic Free Fall

Autocratic judicial

Tyrannical statements
Despotic court
All on precedence

Fall Exploding in colours
The beautiful before the cold
Serene ice in a sea of white
Digging holes so as not to be touched by it

Autocratic democracy
Dictatorial legal organism
All based on fees
Legal briefs dictating you and me

Calm sun sets
Water splashing on the sand
The tide of this life has high and lows
Money men surfing on the surge

One hour to go
Someone else’s freedom
Caged me in this room
Imaginary walls and an open ceiling

Autocratic free fall
Tyrannical judgments
Hinders democratic free for all
Baiting the will for all

The colours of fall
Will splash the sight line
Everyone will walk new trails
In the wilds a little less blind

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Years melt

Years melt
Her tears float

They come
I don’t know why

Years melt
Her tears float
Cascading in a drought

They come
I don’t know why

Years melt
Tears float down
Cascading in a drought

The tears come
I don’t know why dad

Years melt away
Tears float down
Cascading in a lullaby

They came
I don’t want to cry
I want us to be together once more

Tears melt like rain in the desert
Years float suspended
Cascading in a desolate drought

I don’t know Daddy
Why can’t we be together?
A family once more

Tears melt down Emma’s checks
Years float in an endless misery
A lullaby in a cascading drought

I miss you daddy
Like rain in a desolate drought
I miss you when I close my eyes

The tears float
Melting like the years
Dripping down the window

Friday, November 2, 2012

Unexpected context

Unexpected context
Manhattan floods
The quiet between waves
Rain has its own voice
Seeking forgiveness
Through all those open doors
Waiting on miracles
Even the blind can see
Witnessing what had been told
Quick to assess
One thing you do
Show to respond
Here it comes
Sanitizing rant
Dictionary in hand
What can it mean?
That twist of fate
Wondering around midnight
It comes falling down
Whatever did you want?
Calling way past midnight
Hanging up at hello
Somehow it will fall into place
Knowing the music
Making your body dance
Till you understand the lyrics
Flying away amongst a million faces
An old town on the edge
On the edge of the day before yesterday
Buying tickets to that show
Even though you sold out
Every line had meaning
As that couple sit in the snowy field
Sitting in a car counting winter wheat
Thunder strikes the ice
Waiting on miracles
It feels good knowing
Time is invincible

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Good soul

Good soul
Doing things right
Regardless that it is the right thing to do
Making us smile
Even when the storm is on us
The wind will howl
Manhattan drowns
Suffocating cardiac arrest
Soul will listens to the inaniloquent
Distracted by limerance
Dr. Mungo extracting valuables
Coming as himself to a costume party
Planning and scheming phenakism
Medical zabernism
A necrotizing fasciitis on this society
Getting coulrophobia when looking in a mirror
Pervasive screaming
Parasite in an Armoni suit
Putting your scent on everybody

What happened that changed your soul
Everyone is born a good soul
Every baby knows how to smile
Even as they grow
Good souls are inert
Doing things right
Regardless that it is the correct thing to do
Making us smile
Even when the storm is on us
The wind will howl
Manhattan drowns
There is a chance to come around
changing the ugly to nice

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

her naked dress on

Dancing with her naked dress on
Wings tattooed to bare shoulders
Capturing only light
Draculian stare in the moon light
An angel with her devil on
Chasing endless summer
Adrenaline feast during the night
Syncing with the beat
Dancing in the down pour
Embracing endless days
Erroring like a human
And dancing divine
Twisting and turning in a physical symphony
Sweet emotions on her sleeve
Eyes reflecting light in the shade
Lips glow in that expressionless smile
Wish I could somehow dry up all those tears
Take away the loneliness that she finds so appealing
Turn that shade to endless day
Make that smile feel real
Take the perplex away
Remember where we are now
So we can find were we should be

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The echoes of life

All meaningful stories
Have a wee bit of sadness
Years teach people to accept
What can’t be changed?
Trust implicitly
Genuinely distracting
Blurring judgment
The consequences of infatuation
Ambitious compromised
Abandon bitterness

Stinging honesty
Acquaintance of the day
Displaced sunsets
God makes ending more beautiful
Likes the sunsets of the day
Infinite solace
Flashes to be cherished

Walking tightropes
Striving to maintain a balance
Edginess faint
Like a Childs first breathe
Impatient trace
Talking to ghosts

All meaning stories
Have a beginning
Smiles mixed in
with a wee bit of sadness
years teach us to accept
what cant be changed
alll the implicit trust lost
distracting infatuation
judgment compromised

the bitterness of stinging honesty
all those misplaced sunsets
looking beautiful to blind men
God making the end of the day
More beautiful than the beginning
A divine compromise to the living
fathomless consolation
to be cherished
than let go

walking a tightrope
towards the future
maintaining balance
the edginess between faint
a pause as the child takes it’s first breathe
impatient trace as the mime shadows life
talking to ghosts
to be cherished
than let go

Monday, October 29, 2012

Shadow crosses you

A shadow crosses you
Do you feel it there?

Glancing up the space is empty
a feeling someone is watching

is it real or is it something more
a shadow crosses a window

waking you from this side of dawn
is it something

or is it something more
checking all the windows

and finding a single door ajar
a shadow crosses it in hues of dark grey

light dances in smoke that is the wind
talking to a shadow spirit

standing there frozen
floating inches above the ground

a message delivered for you to hear
learning the language written in shadows

needing a translator from the tongues of angels
in a spirit to know more

a shadow crosses you
holding you in the arms of a bear

shadow dancer making a little scare
Is it something or is it something more

The color people project
In black and grays

A shadow crosses a window
A feeling you have been seen

Looking up to see shadows in the trees
Light dancing in grays

A door ajar
With a stillness in the air

Frozen in place wanting no more
Is it something is it something more

Saturday, October 27, 2012


Even maybe

Saved by almost
Intensity beyond crazy
Blind in the dark
Touching air
Deaf in sound

Even maybe
Saved by almost
Intensity beyond crazy
Stimulating control
Deaf, dumb and crazy
a state of mind

tumble weeds
float across the shore
touching reality
almost maybe

Thursday, October 25, 2012

wishing well

Standing over a wishing well
Wondering what is worth wishing for
Something you want but can’t have
The something you have but no longer want
Wishing for the unattainable
To scared to even try
The reflection of the sky
Stares back at you
As you glance into the murky deepness
Drowning in memories
As a star shots across the ripples
Will it be truer still?
On a star in a well
As the water bubbles
And the light fades
Some waters are tainted
Floating in broken memories
As an angels voice echoes
I love you and you don’t hear
And some stars are debris
Wreckage of enhanced memories
Standing over a wishing well
Wanting more then what you are due
Wondering wants worth wishing for
Happy tomorrows with smiles
Giggles over numbing pain
Wishing for the non retainable
Destiny over injustices
Nothing that is too profane
Standing there thinking
Life don’t work that way
Coincidences of a shooting star
In the depths of murky water
Still throwing your money down
One hour to the minute

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Gloomy haze

Gloomy haze
Went on a trail once
Were only deer have been before
In a gloomy rain
a hook in the water
The clouds were so low
the mountains so high
the clouds seemed to walked with us
to a spot on the edge of memories
the rain came down in a down pore
Socking everything to the core
cold in a haze of shadows
to a spot on a mountainside
don’t remember if a got a bite
or even a cold on that day in the down pore
but I remember walking with my dad
in that rainy gloom and being happy
even through the cold
on a unused game trail in obscurity
trees just an outline
talking about nothing
and wondering why
triggers of a memory come out of nowhere
but every time it rains
like the rain looking through fog
so thick trees become murky shadows
I am walking on a game in obscurity
A little happiness in the freezing cold
On the hottest day in June
Thinking about mountain tops
On the sandy beach predetermined
Thinking what is the last word
On the last line
Should it have been happy?

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Intimate little philosophy

Intimate little philosophy
A rhythm to that beat
Moving on impulse
Animalistic reluctance
Sympathetic curiosity
Defying logic

Scantiness dance
Impetuous fallacy
Sublime enmity
Walking in the searing heat
Brusquely in a rush
The skepticism plain

Sliding along a hard wood floor
Moving whimsically like silk in the wind
Creating a masterpiece in motion
A Princess of toxic mysticism
Casting a spell
Luring the strong and the weak

A way of life craved in granite
Intimate messages drifting on waves
Images lining up
Falling down on a whim
Dragging across fur crocuses
A desire to know the truth
Judgments on common sense

Dancing to silent music
Reckless abandonment
Inspiring a clear headed insanity
Feeling the anxiousness
Drip down in sheets
Cynicism a reality check

A masterpiece of elegance
Never seemly to touch the floor
Hypnotic motion in everyone gaze
Noxious concoction breathing her in
Building up a resistance
Will take much time

Monday, October 15, 2012

Cynical silhouette

Cynical silhouette
Wasting a good heart
Lies like the truth is a point of view
Perception changes as do minds
Ghost lost between here and there

Pompousness of climbing stairs
Smelling sincere in a nearly overpowering foolishness
Ashes piling up only to be swept away
The unsettled wondering aimlessly
Curling smoke wafting in bitterness

A calm sadness in those eyes
Breathing in the spirit
Wanting to believe
In second chances
For those that have no chance at all

Seeking comfort away from this loneliness
Impulsive forgiveness in a Darwinian reality
Bridging spirits between worlds
As old men murmur in monotones
Ignoring all the silent sincerity

Nothing remains the same
Sacrilege piled high in broken hearts
Everything starts somewhere even ending

Saturday, October 13, 2012


Too much fake in that flake
No amount of milk can wash it out
Dropping names to get a head in a line
Pushing people out of the way
Stepping on hearts all the time
Nothing else matters
But their own bottom line
Turning heads as they push by you
When it happens you want to shout
Knowing theirs will come in time
When they look into a mirror
Can they start to see?
All the ugliness they have come to be
No amount of makeup can turn it around
You want to laugh at their discomfort
But all you can do is think how very sad
What you once thought of as fine
Turned out to be filled by grime
So much potential wasted by self design
Can they recognize the face?
The face they have come to be
Trying to restore perfection
No matter how ugly it has come to be
Even the chosen fall
With spastic indifference they crawl
Reaching up for a hand
Too much fake in that flake
No amount of milk can wash it out
Dropping names to get a head in a line
Pushing people down as they shove by you
Stepping on hearts all the time
All an effort to fill the emptiness in their own
Somehow it is sad as you see them crawl
A soreness that once was more
Wasted by self design
Can they recognize the face?
That reflects back at them
Believing they were always more
Perfection with flews
Was never perfection at all

Friday, October 12, 2012

No exits

Innocent vivacious Angels

Poignant solitariness
Listening to oceans in a shell
But unable to be seen
A beauty of a blossom
The strength of a tree
That won’t break
And that doesn’t bend
That challenges life
That survives to bloom yet again
An eternal optimist
Trying to live forever in paradise
A mischievous glances
Some things appear as something else
Combustible stability
Volatile reluctance of the sublime
An innocent angel named Divine
With horns and wings
Mocking expressions of enchantment
Straddling the fine line of veracity
Mesmerizing and melting
With a sarcastic charisma
A searing effect
That gregarious curiosity
One small footstep at a time
There are no exits
When you’re lost in time

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Primal orange

Go back to the hill
See how small it is
The years will fall away
Like leaves off the trees
Ticking off like seconds on a clock
Enjoy today being all grown up
In seconds you will hate
Being a man looking back
At this day thinking so naïve

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Burning up and crashing down

Burning up and crashing down

Losing hope as we go
Watching as the sun goes down
Anticipating the wreckage
She said my name
a little surprised was I
She even knew who I was
Her eyes consuming my soul

Burning up and crashing down
Losing hope as we go
Watching the sun disappear
Anticipating the end of time

The words roll off her lips
Sounding like sweetness
Promising dripping honey
Her eyes consuming the dawn

Burning up and crashing down
Losing hope as we go
Watching the sun kiss the horizon
Anticipating letting go

Her body dances like silk
Moving in the shadow of light
A predator luring her game
Those eyes frosting my soul

Burning up and the crashing down
Losing hope as we go
Watching the sun crawl at the dawn
Tear drops in the blue sky

Her lips move closer
All those colors dance in those eyes
Twinkling star dust
In that minute I believed

Burning up and crashing down
Losing hope as the crow flies
The sun is up and we have places to go
The frost burning my soul

The words are touching
Reaching in to grip
Slowly making sense
Tear drops in the blue sky

Burning up and crashing down
Losing hope as we go
Watching as the sun goes down
Anticipating the wreckage
Of  Accidental love

Monday, October 8, 2012


Bohemian love song
Sung in a smoke filled room
Under the glare of a single light bulb
A blue haze over cast
About a girl made of stone
Standing in the street
Looking so pretty
covered in a marble sheet
a fountain that people once thought essential

much can change in a single day
sitting on a corner coffee shop
looking a statue that once was significant
of a pretty face made of marble
in a foreign city any where
about this time sometime tomorrow
with cup in hand
seeing into the future
one second at a time

the monotone voice of a broken man
singing under a single blue light
wanting to see her face
through eyes that are blind
a girl made of stone
long since gone
under the moon light of tomorrow
living into the future
one second at a time

much can change in a single day
looking into the potential prospect
expectations in broken stone chips
on the coble around the fountain base
sitting at a corner coffee shop
looking at a statue that once was
of a pretty face made of marble
in a foreign city my own home town
about this time some time yesterday

a monotone voice fills the air
as the man sits there
with a cup in hand
will he not look at me
all I have is this marble sheet
every day I watch him walking to that shop
sit in a chair and look at that clock
singing that song of despair

Centuries come and I have waited
For this man to appear for the fated
With the words that turned me to stone
A voice will unlock your heart
Chip at the marble that holds you in its grip
Walking free in the light of a blue moon
A single step in rhythm with that monotone
So long I have waited
For this love that was fated

Walking slowly towards that single chair
The monotone voice pulling me near
A single blue light filling the haze
In a smoke filled room disfranchised
All those lonely broken hearted
Their eyes looking down cast in memories
A foreign town I call my own
Much can change on any given day
Walking in the future one second at a time

Walking over these streets made of rock
Coming back to this single coffee shop
With cup in hand listening
that monotone voice filling the air
a blue haze under this clock
looking at that fountain marble statue
His beautiful face telling me stories
everyday I find myself sitting here
waiting for the blue moon delight

Saturday, October 6, 2012


15 minutes in time
Three hundred breathes

If that was all there was
What would you do

Would you make a list
Think about the simple things

The things that were missed
Two hundred and fifty breathes

Call mom and dad
Just sit and wonder why

Wish for perfection
Know the unattainable

A number counting down
Like the percentage it’s going to rain

Two hundred remaining what to do
Look at a list of regrets

Like rain drops in the sun
Call the people that are important

The ones that touched a part deep inside
You would make that list

But would you understand
A call to say hi but not good bye

A hundred and fifty
Just thinking we all breathe

at the same rate in the end
breathing as one in silence

fifteen minutes in time
every one has their fame

some only appear with distain
yesterdays memories fleeting

seventy percent rain
some only see the rain

others see there is a thirty percent chance of sunshine
looking at yesterdays and tomorrows

quashed between the endings of today
a hundred remaining

ten more hellos to go
saving the first for last

two no answers
three message managers

two others really to engrossed to chat
one moved with no forwarding number

only one more to try
smiling at the silence

you made my list
many never would

some would be surprised
some would wonder why

we all breathe the some air
we all breathe in unison

all with the same heart
a voice on the air

hello who is this
the past blending into the future

Friday, October 5, 2012

the things we do

In the things we do
Vulnerabilities in the things we do
Conceits in the way we wager our souls
In this world of no mercy
The voice from no where
Always accumulating concessions
Judging one to be self righteous
Hope in the meaning
Astonish in an auspicious manner
The inevitable regret
Pensive malice eating the foundation
Exhausting weariness
The shameful relief
Measurement of finality
Lingering over motivations
Spawned indigestible ironies
Regret the opiate of fools
Shaking indecisions
Accommodating impertinence
Mercury dramatics
Precious commodity that of greed
Masquerading as honesty
A burden absolved
Hard to see
Impossible to grasp
Anonymity lost on the crowd
Pantomime the inveterate