hello from withoutplease don't poutwe'll be there soon we're just past the big spoonflying through ashthrowing a big ole bashand hoping he won't lash -out. his green eyesfail to see the points to my storyand all my lies arefarfrominnocent I'm far from al...
It was cold, so cold, as the sun began to rise in the east, casting the first rays of warmth across the rolling hills. The mist was lying in the valleys and as I rode slowly along the twisting, rutted road weird shapes seemed to appear suddenly then disap...
Drip drop plop Raindrops on the rooftop Drip Drip Drop I just wanna flop Right into bed Cover up my head Close my ears to the things you said Somebody take my fears- Put them in a box… X...x...x... Metal on metal Wait for the knives to settle And the wa...
We are but lanterns burning with limited fuel amidst the darkness To burn illuminate slowly fade and die Leaving nothing but darkness in our wake once more
Before you, blues were just blues,And love was just love. Flowers were just flowers,And the sun was just light,And the ice, just crystalsWeighing down the mighty boughs. Bodies were just bodies,Molded from mud of telluric ash,Returning as dust,At the jour...
I packed my kilt away.Hung my trusty bess,on the wall.Drank deep from the well.Sturdy Jake harnessed,Joe, loyal Joe by my side.Thirty acres wait.Wheat to wave in the wind,Corn to give cover.Work to be done,on God's beautiful earth.
Beyond this window the day is bright, but I'm here, surrounded by only Darkness as I walk in the footsteps of those who judge me-- wearing their ignorant stares and whispered innuendos like a shroud. Watching time decay, heart pounding like a fist hammeri...
The Board is changing. The Board will change is perhaps a better way to say it. When the Board changes, the game changes. And when the game changes, no one predicts the outcome because there are new rules in the game. No one can predict the game's winners...
Do ghosts feel lonely? Everybody knows by now that all of the Toys R Us outlets have been closed. The Toys R Us in Sunnyvale, CA was and still is haunted. The occurrences in this outlet have been well documented and even had a live TV ghost hunt for the n...
This poem will start with an “I’m sorry” But it will not be meant Because yes it hears the birds chirping And sees the flowers sway in the warmed breeze The sun is shining upon its face But the same sun burns and ages the skin The heart of this poem do...
There was a love worth findingAmongst the vast Arabian desert Hidden in the warm golden sandsA gold rush worthy of being chasedA treasure so rich to findMore than a carat of diamondTo have won over my heartWhen I found you, my love. In the heart of nowher...
The Wind River Range in western Wyoming is a backpacker’s paradise. Six hundred miles of trails through rugged wilderness provide access to granite peaks, glaciers, clear lakes, rushing streams, and flower-filled meadows. I became hooked on the Wind Riv...
Hear the melodies of seasons from the pastHum along the verdant pathways in my mindSubtle tempers of the yearsThat may echo with a chantingWith ballades of gentle cooing in my ears WarblingPurring with seduction in my earsLike the insects They are chirpin...
Summer days. Two gals, riding along, bikes jiggling down country lanes, past sweltering fields of beans and corn. Together as always in those days. Laughing and singing. Tasting the ripened berries. Holding hands, walking through hallways of an old brick...
They lowered Bobby Bishop into St. Petersburg soil on a perfect December afternoon. For Jonathan Wilton, who'd flown from New York for the burial, this was Florida's old winter miracle. But no Florida sunshine cheered Bobby now: lost in Iraq (K.I.A.), age...
