Old Road, - In a true winter's dark, with a Harvest Moon hanging overhead shining its pale light. I find myself speeding through the winter's darkness, passing those barren harvested fields covered in frost. In this winter, dark the cleared fields cause me to stop, and for a moment, and Touch the Earth*. While standing here observing the fields in their coat of frost. In the distance, the whistle and headlight of a night...

Midnight Ride, - Looking back is a bad habit, and, the time has come for me to ride hard and fast, and shall we dance? As I saddle up, and head out riding through both time(s), and memories of the disagreeable past in this Vale of Tears we call life.As I pull away from nearly forgotten times, and faces, which fade and dim in the smoky fires of the mind. With the only tears now being shed are those of Fear. The fear(s): Of...

Out here off of the beaten paths in an area unknown to most I can hear the thunder hitting and rolling across the hills and fields as if it were a bell being rung by an ironhand. Feeling at times as if I were thunderstruck from the rolling waves of thunder coming down, and caught out near an unused railroad spur as I found myself looking around knowing there was no turning back. Feeling my mind race as thoughts of what I...

A friend is there for all you need  In both the good times and the bad. A friend is the one you go to  whether you're happy or you're sad A friend will be the one that loves you  no matter what that day has brung A friend brings the lyrics to music from the song that's not been sung A friend will hold you close to them  drying your tears and listen to your fears A friend is the one that will be there  through many many ye...

Standing up on a hill or more accurately a rise and looking out to the far horizon under the crimson skies of the setting of the sun. Having me wondering if I should follow the sun and see what path takes me to where I need to go or take me to the gate? Or is it just a game my mind is playing on me? But, then again it has me wondering why I should care which direction I should take as the Tao is directing me where to go a...

When we finally come to the end of those lives we all have lived will the faithful be rewarded, and will others miss the final warning when it sounds? There are times when it feels as there is nothing remaining and the darkness can be felt beginning to fall with there being pockets where the air is thinning. Hearing all the noise and the dull roar of their voices and still some sit and cry about it and to rail against it...

Release yourself into the winds,Allow yourself to spin widdershins. No better time to be alive,Allow the best to yet arrive. There is no fate, no destiny,Don't cast your lots, sing out, be free. Your sails unfurl and move you outTo serve your dreams, to dance about. Caressing breezes trace your face,You feel the grace in its embrace. Stay trapped in life as freedom singsAbout the fervid joy love brings. And sighing trust...

Why did you come hereWhat is it that you fearWhy do you vanishAnd then suddenly reappear Why did you pick meDid you think I'd not seeThe weakness in youOr this living hypocrisy Perhaps you saw it in meItching and begging to be freeWelcomed with open armsNo longer some huge mystery Here we are, together at lastStuck trying to erase the pastNow I have a partnerTo help throw what I can not cast I wish I had you to blameI hop...

Venture back into the past I do.Times long ago, I can't undo. Back in time when I was a kid.Eons have past, heaven forbid. Places that I have visited before.Spaces not wanting to re-explore. Bruises, scars, some are painful.Matter of fact, many be baneful. Asking myself from time to time.How can I ever undo the crime? Guilty feeling passed onto me,For things I never asked to be. Stuff I never would have chosen.Deeds that...

I walk along these lonely roads and go where I have been directed by the Tao, and in most cases I am the only one walking down these empty streets. With usually having my shadow walking with me to wherever I head as I make my way down the line, and it seems as if at times like I am on the borderline that divides my mind. Reading all between the lines, and seeing all things in shades of grey and not in black and white like...

Another day has passed with some carrying the ghosts of the past that hide in the shadows, and in the smoke carried in those wounded eyes. Being like some sort of fatal attraction where one can lose themselves, as long as they don’t lose control. Looking for the light and it feels as if the someone shut off the power and they sit there in the dark, like they are sitting in a cell with the walls making them feel so small....

This man is my light in darkness and nightDrawn to himYearning for himHoping my needs would couple with hisAnd they didAfter dead ends encounteredAfter dread doubts dispersedWhen the magic flowed out of his heartWhen his touch set me tingling with delightHe made me his ownOnce for allHe tells me just how I complete himAnd I know he accepts all I giveIn return, he fulfills what I've craved for All of my lifeUntil himSearch...

Am I lostWithin the explanationOutside our destinationHave I foundA common inspirationDevoid of complicationCould it beJust my imaginationOf mutual admirationWhere to nextWithout hesitationMaintained by predicationNow I seeAmong the sublimationMy own lucid fascinationCome with meEnjoy this libationAnd peaceful acclimation

Standing here in the aftermath of the night that has just past and feeling as if I had been in a fight, and feeling as if hungover when I saw the news today. Feeling as if Ralph Peter’s book has come to pass as some of it already has, and this is the continuation of it. Maybe now the final war will be coming forth and possibly the war after Armageddon. Everything seems uncertain now and seeing and hearing all protesting a...

Sitting here after just getting off the phone with my oldest friend the other night, and it had me starting to think of that place I left behind me as a place on that long road of a thousand miles full of memories. Visualizing in my mind’s eye the way, the mission valley burned bright from up on Scenic Drive and the block C on the mountain behind that observation point that we all had to paint with lime as part of high sc...