Woke this morning at the break of day on what is both the first day of both a new year and a new decade, sitting here feeling the cold as I look to the window and see the grey light of the false dawn filtering in through the blinds, which has me feel as i...
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Full Circle-Let's Dance
Somewhere between then and nowAnd here we are again, sitting in this old decaying theater, waiting for the show to begin. Although we are sitting side by side, I swear there is a draft. Oh. That’s just your sighs. This place is empty and I wonder why we still come here, year after yea...
Midnight Ride Re-Visited
The original was the second one written, and written on my knee in about 10min. in 2002Looking back is a bad habit and though we try not to look back most do, and the hour is getting late and it looks like the time has come once again for me to ride hard and fast across the range, as I ask if you in a kind and clear voice shall we dance? Or...
Some say that there are things that can’t be resisted but, are they real or just things in dreams? As I feel the warm winds blowing and the heat under these blue skies as situations run through my head, and being like a wandering ghost that seems to come...
Going, Going, Gone
Revised VersionVapor is trailing from the rocket that is being counted down, to enter the cold of space. And there is no limit to those things we can do, and when you look into my eyes you can see beyond what you fear inside. We both know it all belongs to eternity, as...
Standing here and feeling that steady mist that’s falling having no words to say, and knowing exactly what is meant when they say that the Devil’s in the details and I seem to be walking in a wasteland, or just felt as if I were merely the ghost in machin...
Smelling rain in the air and it seems as if it’s coming again and hits like a new form of emotion, and feeling it hit like a shotgun blast as it seems to tear me apart and rips open all the memories that have been filed away. As situations unfold and run...
Deep in the still of the night where the world’s ancient light can be seen and felt and where wisdom grows full of strife. I can feel my brain working and at times it feels as though it is working in vain. Recalling times when I have laughed, and cried an...
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Out beyond the horizon, and out behind the sun and at the end of the rainbow when the storm has past life seems to have only begun. As I stand here like I have during those long hours in the past underneath those skies at the turning of twilight full of s...
High on a hilltop they stand like sentinels, twin silhouettes against the twilight that have stood a thousand years. And might possibly continue to stand for a thousand more silently watching, as they hear the asking of a million questions from those who...
No reason to get excited, and many here seem to think life is merely a joke, but you and I have been through those complicated shadows, and we both after having come from there changed, know sacrifices need to be made. So let us not talk falsely for both...
Making my way down a frozen road bordered by four to five foot snow drifts from the station, and getting a smile from the bite of the East wind. I know that the mercury is standing at roughly -2, or -3 below zero, which I found out when I arrived at the s...
Full Circle-The Defining Moment
Wake up callI sat alone in the dark, staring blindly at the rain. Wondering if I am truly insane. I always go to that park to watch those shadows in the dark. I question if you still love me and blame you for all that I see. That person in the mirror surely isn’t me....
Dime Dance
Brain seepingsMy world seems to always be spinning out of control. I feel as though I am never winning when I stop to pay the toll, to that troll, who lives beneath the bridge that now swings open. My wings have yet to fail me, even when my heart has been broken. Pay t...
In the time of my confession deep in the darkest hour of need, I can hear a dying voice coming from deep within me trying to reach out to somewhere. And I don’t have an inclination to be looking back at those mistakes I have made, and instead behold that...