It seems as though I cast the die a few years ago on a game of pitch and toss, and now find myself being called and directed where to go on an old road known as Highway 61. Feeling like I had set sail as I headed down it and heard and felt that false clock trying to distract me, and having heard voices calling and knowing that spirits are using me as I thought of how many times I fell. And have since then been looking for...
Finding myself standing out here once again as I have done in the past, standing here during that last hour before the dark light of the true dawn under a cold bringer moon, with nothing but silence that seems to surround me and holds sway as I look up towards the moon. Looking at it with these green eyes that at times can be colder than it and be able to stare forever. As I shift my gaze to those dark mountains now silho...
Finding myself out here again on that old Highway 61once again, and hearing the old cries and commands in my head as I make my way where it leads; the old marching songs of :” Leforight, 2,3,4, sound off; 1,2, sound off; 3, 4, cadence count; 1,2,…3, 4”! And as I look back and know one should never look back but sometimes we do it anyway and see the flames, that are still pouring from that empty boxcar that still sits ther...
Sitting here in these early morning hours watching downtown come to life, and hearing the faint strains of the X-Files theme being played in the background, and is seeming to emphasize these strange days and times that have caught up and found me. As I feel the triple shot of that silver bullet caffeine begin to kick in and know that the Devil’s in the details and not all has been revealed completely or made clear with th...
Standing here as I drain a cup once again near those rivers of blindness, and I am heading out on foot down that old forgotten dirt farm road and casting my fate to fortune’s whim. And not able to shake that feeling that I am once again heading out on old Highway 61 after it called. But, I know that I’m not on it as I follow the passage of the sun towards that far horizon, and I might look as if I am bent over in defeat b...
Sitting here listening to the wind blowing and seen those clouds rolling in looking heavy and knowing that the rains will be coming down heavy soon, and I’m sitting here “scribbling” down thoughts and feelings and you might call me a romantic, or possibly a helpless romantic when the weather changes to the way it is now as I chase moments down. Especially when the rain or snow starts to fall because it seems to mean and h...
Feeling the wind blowing through my hair under these grey skies threatening rain, which is making me look to the mountains from where it’s coming from like that old Highway 61 when it calls. Knowing the time to head out on that last journey to the north where the wind hits heavy is drawing near, and I am heading to that one with her hair so long who lives there from that North Country fair, as I close my eyes and see her...
Every road has a beginning and an end just like life, and I’ve heard that those not being born are basically the one(s) busy dying. With the occasional one(s) who sit there crying over the sound of empty words said and empty promises made, or over the times when a friend is needed or just someone to be there yet they are denied all things to share in, as life goes on all around when a trembling voice is heard and question...
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...
Snow cascades from the trees. Avalanches flowing down their trunks, gathering at the base like waterfalls. Are they breathing in the soft afternoon breeze,or are they shivering from winter's cold? Shaking and quivering, trying to stay warm. Dropping the weight from their limbs, creating snow storms of their own. Nature's beauty on display everywhere one looks. Ribbons sag and wiggle along the fence tops,creations like not...
Leaning against a rock overlooking the ocean Hearing the waves crashing on the rocks below the occasional breeze blows a salty mist over me tasting it upon my lips. As I quietly watch, listen and think About all that is happening around me. The children playing Couples walking along holding hands Whilst talking and laughing. Then I start thinking about the television news Wondering what causes people To be so in...
A cold and rainy May appears with songs.Outside the feeders wait for hungry wings.My thoughts return to past unsettled wrongs,It seems that I can never give up things. The trees are filled with buds and greening flecks.But will the cold destroy the eager bloomsOr shall we hope that life in all respectsWill once again return from winter's tombs. In just this way I dream that I may passBeyond my pain and loss that brought d...
After a disappointing summer, September began as though any hope of some sun had been cancelled for the year. The first week had squally showers, short but extremely sharp; the second added gales to the mix, it all felt very autumnal. It was during this second week that I had a 9am appointment in Newmarket. The journey should have taken about two hours, especially at that time of day, but for some unfathomable reason the...
