Sooner or later the time and the day will come that we can’t hide anymore from those things we have done, and sometimes lost is the best place to be and if they think you have no direction doesn’t mean you don’t have one. There also times when we have to leave some behind so that we can continue on, and I wonder at times if God in his wisdom will ever forgive us for those sins we have that seem to be so practiced? There h...

It cost me a lot of skin to learn the language of poetry.But then again, yesterday, I was painting my walls with an apology that was in the end self serving and far too long.I never could leave a page blank without a sense of wonder at something so useless. Who first pounded out their heart on the white void?Must have been a black smith who lost his way.It gets cold as hell out here where there are no lines to guide.I'd s...

Sometimes I think I live on the dark side of paradise.Living under the setting sun without shelter.Pushing sin through my veins without remorse or covatry.Subliminal candle flames and a mind-altering soliloquy.Paying for the ticket to the show with my poetry and a pound of flesh.So I pay a heavy price....don't you?Love is a place I go when my sweat has run dry.I never worked harder than when I lay my head back and tried t...

The day is done, and we are still yet oneThe sun sets soon and roams its way to dawnWhen we may once more feel our love renewedEnraptured by the passions we've both sharedTo watch the setting sun with arms entwinedIs heaven down on earth when you are nearWe nod our heads together once againAnd murmur verbal bouquets to our earsNo question that our lives are bound todayAnd have been since I found my heart's desireMy deares...

It's just a chance we live; we die in France.It could be anywhere that love may thriveBut this is where we did our lover's dance.Our lustful joys will flourish, still, survive,A lover's touch caresses, filled with fun,And shares a fervor vibrant, so alive.In light still bright, we see our poem's done,And share a pledge that we will make tonight,True promise these two lovers are still one,The gift is ours to share; this is...

"Don’t look back," she said, and both of us were victims of the night, and we were also it seemed to be each other’s form of physical kryptonite, and somehow, I knew we were bound to be together. She also said to keep your eyes on mine as we took the floor in the fading dark light of the setting sun. It felt like thunder and the sound of heavy guns in my chest when she looked at me, and in her eyes, I seemed to see the fu...

I am not who most think I am and I am not a traitor to those and those things I believe in, and I know there are worse things than death and carry my mistakes as I try to hide all of my regrets. I have dropped my guard rarely, and it is time to make peace with that one essential truth feeling now a days as if I am on the run. These might be the thoughts you and I both have that may be the thoughts torturing us through our...

The streets are getting’ empty, and I’m keeping a low profile as I head on down the line, out here on the fringes of the night as the last midnight train pulls out and won’t be back. Finding myself thinking of when I was in that North Country where the lakes and streams ran so free, and of those few friends I have had that were like good old bricks and stood the kicks, and never fretted, kvetched, or whined with the passa...

Her imagination is beautiful So precious in all she isPlease don't change a thing Always wanting a hug and a kissThe stories are endless Changing every timeDancing on a big stage Or singing a nursery rhymeLook momma I'm a princess Later I'll be a kitty or a duckTomorrow in a gondola Wading through the muckGive her half a minute She will make you smile With her tutu and bootsShe does so with such style She is not quite thr...

Can you not see, what you do to meYou've taken away all I used to beA fire that once burned so bright Now there's only darkness in the night The tears continue to flow each dayYou persist on pushing us awayA good mom and loving wifeIs all I ever wanted to be in lifeNow I'm angry and unsure Soon I may walk out that doorOur boys no longer careThey want to leave your lairDaddy's little girl will never seeWhat it is you do to...

Shadows are beginning to fall, and I have been sitting here all day, and it all has me wonderin’ if the faithful be rewarded or will they be passed by and end up in the pitching queues for the gallows yelling and singing praise for the hallowed? Still, though there is nothing really left to fear voices can be heard at times, and has me wondering if it is from someone I have let down in some way or have just left behind. C...

Do you not see what you've done to meMy heart breaking into tiny pieces From words that have been said Once a friendship that never ceasesA void is left where once was full Of a love so gentle and pure That was growing into the night Now left everything unsure I am worth more than what you've done Making me feel smaller than a snail You know how to hurt me so wellYou did it all through fucking e-mailYou told me I was too...

Following these old railroad tracks and hearing thunder rolling out on the horizon, and it sounds like heavy guns that if caught by could tear me apart instead of having me standing here thunderstruck. Wondering what I can do and if I would have some help from you? Knowing there is no turning back even after having seemed to be caught out here in the open, as my mind raced wondering if I should push the limits, and play a...

Closing these tired eyes of mine and feeling my mind slip back to the days when I seemed to come up with fire in my eyes when promises were broken, and the seasons passed by like the shadows of clouds passed across the face of the mountains. Once it seemed enough to see the sun in the winter when standing out in the sand hills, back when it seemed as if everything mattered and had some sort of importance. Instead of seein...

All around me are the views of familiar faces that seem to be going nowhere, and has me recalling the familiar places I left behind as tears seem to be a way to fill their glasses as they sit in the Old Man’s Bars and wait for the day they die the slow death they have chosen. Looking right through most of them and being very easy to file them in a convenient drawer much like an old library card catalogue. Now it seems as...