The light has gone with the setting of the sun’s dark light, with the night seeming to be full of holes as the shadows seem to move, and they are moving again forward slowly and surely sticking to those darkest shadows. And seeing the muzzle flash flare in the dark followed by its report that shatters this winter dark, and followed almost as if on cue by the roar of those massive siege guns opening up, filling the air wit...

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...

Having heard all those hints and allegations made at the break of the day, coming from those self-proclaimed saints quick to judge and their allies the prophets of doom, with all having been once again divined all from the writing(s) on the walls that are their omnipotent gospels. Saying that all the moments given were used and that now there is no time, place, or chances left, and with indolent glares they pass judgment...

Sitting here by the river under those heavy grey skies watching it flow to sea, as I see you standing there and it’s not very hard to do as I just close my eyes and see your face, and knowing you’ve had times when you feel so feel weak and tired with the days leaving you uninspired. Feeling like life goes on with the purpose for living having simply gone forward without you, and I know that you have always hoped for somet...

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...

Standing in the doorway feeling the wind blow as a cold rain falls that carries a trace of snow in it, as thoughts drift taking me back to when hopes were set high as eyes glanced, and locked as the measure was taken. With there being times it felt had been struck by sound across the face loud enough to drive choices from my head and being like one lost in time as either a fool or a chewed up bloody mess unable to count a...

Finding myself once again standing out on the platform at the station in the heat, and I am waiting in whatever shade that can be found for that last train that’s soon heading out, as I can feel both the temperature and the humidity rising as the sun’s dark light pounds down. And now as I look through my dark glasses at the rails nearby that seem to burn with white hot intensity, has me stop and reflect on all those thing...

Looking back is a bad habit, and the time has come for me to ride hard and fast, as I ask shall we dance? As I saddle up, and begin to ride through time and memories of the disagreeable past, in this Vale of tears, we all call life. As I pull away from nearly forgotten times, and faces that fade and dim in the fires of the mind. And find the only tears being shed now, are those of ... fear. The fear of losing you, along w...

Waking in the night and half asleep, I hear a voice wondering if from my mind, or is it from someone I have failed in some way or left behind in my life as I make my way through it? Having tasted both victory and also defeat and the latter outweighs the former it seems always. Seeming to find myself defending both myself and my soul from those who accuse me of things not done, and has me wondering at times what has become...

Standing here against a wall off of the main square her in the dark light of the sun, as I find myself leaning back as I close my tired eyes feeling the warm wind blowing and the heat under blue skies. Thinking of why I was hearing the sound of a drum being beat slowly and a fife played lowly? That was able to be heard during the heavy thunderstorm while it passed through last night, and wondering why I heard those played...

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 if I were once again leaning in a doorway looking out on things that took place at the close of the year. Recalling those decisions that were made that weren’t accompanied...

Looking 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 will you come and join me as I make another midnight ride? Even if there seems to stand a form of unforgiving opposition that usually hides some form of destruction in p...

Sitting here in the Great White North watching the snow and the temperature falling and feeling my mind drifting back from an email slide show from an old friend and Brother Mason. Having put most of what I have left far from my mind, has sometimes come back and has me closing my eyes in remembrance of some of those places I have been and spent time in back in the High Desert plains I came from.  Standing here in Aguirre...

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 out of the shadows like when the dark side calls to cross the line. And never noticing those I who pass me like that slow parade of fears I saw pass me by like the evil a...