I 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. Can it be? No. That woman is not me. I can no longer feel the rain, pounding, and running through my hair. I can only sit and stare at the shadows dancing over there. I...
The closing of another year finds me out roamin’ around, looking down and passing all those painted faces I see and plastic places I never want to reach for. Countless others are like me under the cover of the streets and know that Vaudeville is so much fun, with black and white for everyone; waging war that seems to shape writers, poets, and the beats. Wondering if some will ever notice those roamin’ down the roads like...
Remember me, as I find myself alone in darkness knowing that I can’t turn away from what I must do, and there are a lot of things that words can’t say. So walk away and believe and try to see through my eyes, and you would probably lose your fears. The sun will remain, as will those winds of change blowing that can’t be explained. I know you will find a way, so turn and walk away for there is no way I can change my mind a...
They say that home, is where the heart is, and it seems as though I am just looking for another chance to be allowed to breathe free again, and make me feel young again too. As I stand here watching and waiting for the rain to come from that storm out on the streets, which I have never run from. And I know that my words said will never keep anyone dry, or be able to wipe tears as they flow freely from an open sky. As the...
Well I’m beginning to hear voices and there’s no one around, and I’m feeling all used up and the fields have turned brown, and I feel like I am waist deep in the ground mist with the feeling like I almost don’t exist. There’s too many people to recall, some of whom I thought were friends of mine, but I was wrong about them, and reality always seems like it has too many heads, with some things lasting a lot longer than you...
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...
May I sit here by your sideAnd just watch you be?May I linger for a whileEnjoying you with me? May I see you make that smileThat you used to do? The one where you look sillyThat we named after you? May I breathe the air you breatheAs we share vintage wine?And may you tell the joke you lovedThat you told all the time? May you let the game blare onWith decibels galoreThat I’m sure the Martians cheerWhen the Bruins score? A...
Gaze into the mirror, what do you see?Be honest, what gazes back at thee? Peer deep into those beautiful eyes.They tell a story not filled with lies. Every happening in your life.Every sadness, every strife. Behind them, your existence displays.Each bad, each happy, memory plays. Stare hard, choose the next path to take.The past is gone, your heart don't forsake. Choices, we all have the right to choose.No other soul can...
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...
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...
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...
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...
I seem to have been searching all of the passing days as I make my way down the line, trying to find those things there in my mind as the days slowly turn into night. Remembering when I leaned quietly in a doorway in the shade of the sun’s dark light, and had no friends that were near. With there having been many roads I have walked down and followed as far as I could to no avail it seemed. And shook my hands and head at...
The other day an old friend gave me some good advice concerning friendship, which is a thing that isn't always given, but is earned like respect is, and is a law I hold sacred. He said to leave my fears behind me, for the first steps taken in our endeavors become the longest strides with no looking back. With there always being the chance that this could be my last day- In the time of my confession, in those hours of my d...
Sitting here remembering some of the things that they used to tell me: About the fact I ain’t goin’ nowhere unless I got up early in the morning to realize all of my responsibilities while shouldering a heavy load. And be able to accept, and face reality in order to keep on goin’ on down the line. They also told me I had to work like a man in order to do a real man’s job, and that I was going to have to take all the troub...
