Sun down, yellow moon rising as night spreads it’s cloak across the skies and some nights find you tossing and turning, not unlike a ship underway in rough seas. And as you lie there waiting for sleep to take you across the blue hills at the border of the dreaming, and then to those great dark gates made of horn and iron that stand as the entrance to the realm within and are guarded by a gryphon and a wyvern,- And as you...

Seldom does one of these nearly write themselves, Like this one did, or one in 2002 that took ten minutes. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0… Found there is a part of me that is a mystery, that has lain there undisturbed for the longest time, with all feeling and seeming to be like flowing water as it moves to the sea like an endless symphony in harmony. Hiding buried secrets like heartache in its depths or having them lie there buried de...

I'm not sure where to begin, although changes have come hurtling down, we have been through some things together and stood through stormy weather with trunks of memories. We might have missed that ship we were supposed to be on, and as they say, maybe there was a good reason behind it all. Rolling down that lake front road, on those old excursions that were taken in the sun and in the snow. We seem to be looking for the s...

Sitting here upon a wooden chair at this corner table, with my back against the wall, able to see the door and all coming and going, and catching a brief glimpse of her in those shadows across this smoky room. As I lean back against the wall, both watching and hearing the singer and song – watching as she steps almost gracefully from those smoky shadows into the light, and seeing both her pretty smile and her sorrow- fill...

One cold misty early morning heard a warning bourne in the air, in an age when, and in a place where no one seemed to have an hour to care or spare. As the days now seem to be growing shorter as well as colder instead of longer and warmer at this turning point of the season. Time now seems to be fleeting as madness tries to take control, as a deadline draws nearer. And has me feeling as though I am running and as if I hav...

Feeling my arms brought behind me and bound by heavy chains, as you lock them tightly in place so I can’t move with a lock that has no key. Knowing that no-one except you or I can see those heavy chains that are binding me, as I hear you ask me how long I might be able to hold my breath as you hoist me over the tank, and will I be able to hold your breath as well? As I feel the water slowly rising up around me,-You’re won...

I ain’t losing track of what’s important and I don’t think I will be heading back to where I started, and along the way someone said that life was simple but it sure as Hell wasn’t fair. I just need to follow through and do all that I can for my heart won’t let me give in. There are things that could be different or at least been handled differently than they were at the time they happened,- With there having been many ro...

Both groups in here are real and to the members of both, I thank you for being there in spirit as this was written, And tip my hat to all of you for being there. Laying here in a winter’s dark about the time of the change of the season, tossing and turning as the night stretches out like a long double edged blade.With these being the times when the demons arise, come forth and make their way, as well as being occasional t...

Bob Dylan wrote and did a song called: Rainy Day Women #12 & 39, And nowhere in his song is heard the words: Rainy day, women, 12, or 39. Finding myself waking at the break of day to a coffee scented morning here in Paris, propping myself up on an elbow under that red comforter as I look around and breathe in that rich coffee smell.Thinking of what was seen in the dreaming as I attempt to shake off the dark colours of the...

This one was an idea I have toyed with,- And was triggered after reading a short story about the concept, As well as Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle’s version of Dante’s Inferno, Which kind of set the things in motion you see here as an idea come to life. Standing here on my own in the district or quarter known as Saint Cecile, knowing that only ashes remain after one passes through those purifying fire(s) that consume al...

The phone call mentioned here really took place Sitting here one summer night and staring at the blinds after having hung up the phone. Thinking of the call from an old friend who had a question as the conversation turned to music and concerts we saw, and hearing him confess after a moment of silence that the first and last one that he saw was back in 1977.When we both went in his old Ford LTD, down I-10 to go and see the...

Sunday finds me in my usual pew awaiting the procession to the altar for the start of mass. As I notice a conversation taking place two or three rows in front of me, just like a scene from Schindler’s List. Which has me recall what they once told me about art imitating life and vice versa. As well as recalling that they also told me about the Devil living in the details, something I found out, and know exactly what they m...

Standing here at the foot of these ancient worn stone steps, that lead up to those massive black iron doors of the gate that stands there. Flanked on both sides by walls having rough hewn images carved on them which have been nearly erased and blackened by time and by age. Yet the walls and the massive gate they support still stand. As I turn slowly and survey the that empty snow covered square in front of me, and looking...

When September Ends,- Walking here in the North Country Fair under grey skies with the temperature dropping to hover somewhere below zero. Walking down the hill that will take me to the “heart of downtown”, I can see across the sheet of ice that is the harbour to the mainland The day could be called a form of a hazy shade of winter, but what in southwest Texas would be called an ugly day,- I can almost hear the strains of...

Nightsong,- Everything seems to have come crashing down and all things have now come face to face- After having been woken by a deep trembling in the earth beneath my feet that has shaken all the great foundations, as I see lightning strike out on the far horizon and I am able to hear the thunder roll across this barren ground. While overhead ancient shadows of both the wicked and the divine begin to cross and slowly entw...