Once again not needing anyone crying if they find the story sad, as I once again make my way through all of those tired and worn out places. Moving against the tide of the evening’s faces which go by both unrecognized and un-registered, and taking all in play by play, and trying not to be held back by a sense of mission yet I wish I were elsewhere, with that psychological feeling being powerful, very powerful and can over...

T here are times it feels like I am able to hear voices andthere’s no one around, and there are those times when I find myself grieving for those things and times that are gone. We all used to think things were good and would last forever when we were young. But, all of it has gone, and has crumbled to dust, with there being a strength in letting go, or learning how to live with the memories of their passage. With reality...

Valentine’s Day has comeand gone, and this has been after all ya’ll have gone away for some time now stretching from: 1982 – 1994. And I know I will never show those things I have written that Mom said to take up a pen and put all things from love to rage on a page. Something I have managed to do almost non-stop now since 2002, coming back from a Neil Diamond concert at NMSU, when the dam broke and my words no longer fell...

Seeing faces not spoiled by beauty, and I carry those cuts and scars from where I have been, and at times I am able to see through most of the masks that are worn. If there is a light then it shouldn’t go out, for there is a lot that is dark which rolls through without any doubts, from within and without. With there being times I find myself standing here in the pouring rain, watching as light tries to wash over me, along...

I play the game, just like I feel I should and rail at the rules that are tried to be imposed on me. But, it seems as if there are times that my whole world slowly slips away, and I wear around my neck that silver medal that was given to me by a brother in all meanings of the word. To help me keep my faith and acts as a charm to change things thrown at me and to disarm all the harm that might be inflicted, when directed a...

With the weight of the world upon me I can't hold my head up high, because after seeing the beauty that’s been destroyed I seem to be in freefall and cascading through the void. Having hope and prayer hidden underneath my wounds that have become those scars I carry, and it seems to be where the demons have their home. They say there's a strength to letting some things go so the truth can be exposed. Suddenly it seems as t...

My whole life seems to have been just waiting for the right time feeling so lost but what can I do? Having had nowhere to run to, and nothing to really hold on to, and having come so close to giving it all up. But, then again my heart won’t let me give in no matter what the situation, and you might call me stupid for doing things that way. I have got no reason yet to die and some have already dug my grave and standing by...

Under the ruins of a walled city; with crumbling towers and beams of yellow light showing through the holes in the walls, with no flags of truce being seen, and with no cries of pity being heard above the sound of the siege guns that have been pounding it through the night. We built these walls of stone and then they crumble back to be encircled in trenches and barbed wire now, beneath the tattered flag we'd made. I retur...

You look like shit my dear brother, and I missed you too; you dumb stupid mother. As I see the handmade welcome home sign hanging above a cheap bottle of red (that won’t be drunk), and knowing that I’ll have some freedom here with an old pull out sofa bed out here in the living room. And I know that I have pushed both; your patience and my luck, but we both carry our choices, and we try to hide our regrets along with know...

Sitting here and feeling my mind slipping back to one summer’s afternoon when I had found a box, and went to be told the stories behind the photos found in that box. Having asked if all was like in all the old war movies, and I was told to sit down, so that I could be filled in on some of the stories behind those old black and white photos. Where to begin? Was what was then asked and I was told that these black and white...

It seems to me as I sit here that with every waking breath that’s been taken; I see some of what life has dealt to me from what seems to be a stacked deck. And with every sadness I deny, I feel a chance inside of me die. Wondering if I will ever be given a taste of something new, and be able to touch and hold something to see me through. Like I have been looking for a breath of life, with the slim possibility of finding a...

Miles away under these black skies a light can be seen burning through this darkness that fell at noon; darkness that fell as the lamp of laughter died when the lies of the Blind Organizer and Jealous Monk were seen through. And it's a darkness that eclipses both the sun and the moon leaving no reflections except that light in the distance burning like a torch.And as I shoulder my pack to make my way down the line where i...

Emerging onto yet another version of October street, passing through those faint mists of the oncoming night where shadows are, as I see a girl who has been gone for roughly a decade or more who now looks fresh from creation. And slowly remembering the obvious of it being a new century and this being someone I will never speak with, and finding myself giving a bow or nod of my head as a subtle show or sign of honour to th...

Standing here on the side of the road in the heat under blue skies, as I find myself looking down the road that seems to run forever as it stretches to the horizon. And feeling a hot wind on my shoulder blowing from what seems to be a land that’s much older, and has me feeling as though I am a receiver of a wavelength that’s traveling far from home, and flowing like a river towards distant shores as it heads out to sea.An...

I have heard it said by them more than once: About the Devil being in the details and finding out first hand exactly what they mean. Going through strange days as strange times have come forth to hold sway over things, as I make my way and at times feel like I’m walking through a wasteland like a ghost in the machine, with there being times I have woken from nightmares with reality being worse than the dreams.It’s a fine...