Floating amongst broken clouds

That empty feeling

The one that just sits there

Consuming everything

The one that will not go

That burning there is no medicine for

A hunger that is insatiable

Impossible to satisfy

Bleakness on the other side

The sun peaks over the horizon

Almost saying it’s time to let go

Solitude in a crowded plane

Flying in a tin can a mile high

Restarted brilliance on a prayer

Dreams floating on broken clouds

Insanity by any other name

Crazy little Texas

Little Texas
Riding her Harley
Little Tattoo peaking out
Where a tattoo shouldn't be
Little tiny dress and all that attitude
The rage in those eyes
Masking the fear on the edges
Daring the world to even try
The fog so thick
At the end of the road
In sand on beach in Galveston
No more interstate
No place left to run
A party town about to go on the wild side
Crazy little Texas girl
Running out of options
And places to go
Teeny little dress
And all that attitude
Raging at the world
Almost masking her fear
Riding that bike
Tattoo peaking out
Kind of asking a dare
Coming in and out of the fog
Past the sign advertising girls girls girls
Crazy little Texas girl
That smile could melt the wind
Rage oozing out
Her voice calms the soul 

7 AM the Beach

No sound

before the town wakes

a spring so far a way

frozen in gloom

no sound

comforting

Comforting pain

One step
Comforting pain
The friend you know
The familiar everyday
Tell me when it's over
Because you can't smell in a dream
The color of rain
Thunder storms in the snow
One step
Comforting excoriating pain
The friend so loyal
Lost in reality
Dreams in color
Black and white life
Faces in all the shadows
The friend you know
One step
Agonizing comforting pain
With you night and day
When will it go away
When will it be enough

Life is a foolish journey

My soul is liquid

My life water

It flows over all the rocks

Around the boulders

Pulling pebbles here and there

Freezing in space

Hurtling towards the sun

Once you go there

You can never come back

My soul whispers to the wind

My life snapshots in time

Photos with the same back ground

Whispering back to me

Take from the same spot

At different times of the year

My soul is a rock

My life marble

Chipped by a chisel

Making me who I am not

Maybe a piece of art to some one

But never a master piece to all

All the chipped pieces

Left on the floor

Who I once was broken