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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

Monday, October 1, 2012

Whimsical liar

Whimsical liar
Building it up
And breaking it down
As a star rips across the clouds
Burning up trying to get home

The lies you told
So wanting to believe
What a fool I turned out to be
What a cheat all that deceit made you to me

Whimsical liar
Building us up
And ripping us apart
As a star tares across the clouds
Burning all the way to the ground

The lies you said
All a cover up
Distracting from the deceit
From the cheat you turn out to be
What a fool you seem now to me

Whimsical liar
Making it up
And tarring it down
That is all I can remember
As you try to make it up
In some small way

All those lies add up
Even believing some of them
All just to cover up the treachery
I can see it now
All so very clearly

Whimsical liar
Building it up
And tarring it down

Whimsical liar
Building us up
And ripping us down

As the star you once were
Burns out as I turn
And walk the other way