You claim you have a face you claim is not spoiled by beauty, and I know you have eyes that can see right through me, and are unafraid of those things you have seen; along with those scars I carry that the sun’s dark light wouldn’t or couldn’t heal from where I have been. I was once told those cuts would heal and that I would feel nothing when they happened. There is a light we can’t always feel and a dark that can always...

Crying in the rain and feeling the pain from it raining stones and knowing all those memories and things I have seen will soon be washed away, and finding myself staring into space. And now looking at those mist covered mountains in the distance past those fields of destruction, where baptisms in fire were received. Where I witnessed suffering by some as the battles of life took their toll along with fear, yet I never des...

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...

Fuck! I wish I didn’t care. I wish I could walk away and never look back, forgetting everything, feeling nothing. I should never have come here. I certainly don’t belong here. Belong. What a strange word that I’ve never really experienced. People call me crazy, lazy, and oh, what was that you called me? Ditsy. That’s all it took and I was hooked. I go weeks without you, and I never ever care less. Or remember less, or wan...

There seems to be a rhythm and rush these days where we just stand here feeling empty except for those dreams that are had, in a world that has become both shallow and mean. With no place to run, and just need to do whatever to stay alive. Hoping to make the jump and not take a fall, and if one falls in love may it hurt so bad after having giving it your all, and echo back at you at the end of days; with you being able to...

CalmEvening Brings quiet.Father Sun diesDarkening the copseAs deeper night begins.Mother Gaia sleeps with us,At rest beneath the barren limbsOf leafless trees trembling in damp windForeshadowing new growth with promised spring.With MorningPleas ring outBeseeching bothThe shining Father And fertile Mother Earth. When will light and life return. Gifts are offered on raised altarsThis is the shortest day of each yearSo we cr...

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...

Coming up to meet you and hearing your questions of silence, wondering if you will catch me when I fall or get lost in a storm? I remember when we stood there looking out at the skyline, and it felt like there was no turning back down the road that led to this moment we shared. Feeling the years go by as if I have been racing against the clock and been hearing the ticking of that false clock that just distracts us from al...

Lord knows I have paid my dues getting through almost every time, and it seems I have served a few sentences, yet I may have done the time but committed no crime. I was just tried and convicted for various crimes and misdemeanors that were never defined in any way. I also understand that every life must end some day and for living mine I know I must pay, for my sins have been so practiced that they won’t let me win, and w...

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 w atching 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...

Here I am again thinking of you, and I fear the worst my friend. I push, and I push so no one will stay. I often forget you never go away. It is a struggle, but that’s not my fear. I lay here in agony, and now there are tears. I want never to cause you pain. I am insane. They say love makes us do crazy things, and maybe it does. I have always been lazy, so I don’t do crazy things, but I think them. I think the worst thing...

I know that you have said that everyone lies and that everyone tells little white lies, and I guess I am the same. My name. I’ve told you. That is true. I am who I say I am. I am yours as you’ve asked me to be. But I sit here, thinking of the little white lies and am struggling to find those that I have told you. I look around and see, what appears to be, no trace of the real me. But this I know for certain, I hide behind...

Feeling like I am standing here on the gallows with my head in the noose, and feeling like I am expecting all hell to break loose in any minute. And I know there are a million ways to laugh and every person has their own path. And rumor has it that most minds are open, but then the rumors heard fill them all up with lies closing those minds down. With nothing being everything, and everything really being nothing, and ther...

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...

I found some footprints in the snow. Although I didn’t know where they would go, I followed them just the same. The snowstorm in my brain makes me ask once again, am I sane? Will the footprints ever stop and reach a destination? My tormented soul following in isolation. I know I can’t go on, how long have I been gone? Following the footsteps of someone, something, without meaning. Wondering why there is no intervening. No...