I am a stranger in a strange land standing here alone at the balcony railing, as I have done so often in the past looking down watching the scene un-fold below. With it, all like being something out of Dylan’s Desolation Row, and being able to see all yet, not being seen. As I stand here in reflective thought and contemplating the reason(s) or the folly of my being here as I stand here uninvited to this dance, as usual.Wh...

Lying here hearing the sound of thunder coming from the front that rolled in during the night, and sometime during or after the midnight hour as I find myself drifting off to dream. Starting to begin the crossing of those blue hills on the border there, as I enter into the realm of Morpheus, the dream lord and finding myself drifting deeply and crossing the river. Knowing that you are also there in this plane of dreamscap...

Every day seeing those passing looking like a chain of fools, and looking up at those blue skies above knowing that those blue days have arrived with every day seeming the same right now, and all the people are the same.Knowing when those blue days descended when I woke up with that blue moon in my eyes just about the same time these days dropped those blues down here on us and they walked right on through. With me now wi...

How many paths have been tried by us and then failed? For there has been no one there to point a finger and no one to blame, and we are standing here in the dark light of the sun together out here at these distant crossroads as we have done in the past. Looking down those roads and wondering which direction to go, as you know that I will accompany you which direction you might choose after having asked each other where ha...

They said there would be snow for Christmas, but it just kept on raining forming a veil of tears for the virgin birth, as I see that Fir or Pine tree standing there representing a vision of Paradise. Looking like a vision of angel fire in its lights and tinsel, and knowing that children around the world are impatiently counting hours and are tossing and turning restlessly in their beds for that late night visit. For that...

Looking out and seeing that moonlight reflecting on the bay, as I sit here in the heat and humidity of a late spring night, and hearing the fans working at trying to move that heated, heavy air. Except for the sounds of the fans, one can almost hear themselves sweat. Looking back is a bad habit we all try not to do, and all of us seem to be guilty of it and try not to do it, and it seems to be like an un-written rule or l...

There is a storm building high up in the mountains and the passes and hearing the thunder rolling down and seeing the lightning split the night, and being here in that deepest hole of both the night and of the new day. Lying here tossing and turning as the night stretches out like a drawn blade, and having to hold on best that I can until night's end and the morning's light. I got deep inside of me a mixed-up form of conf...

Passing the University in the dark light of the October sun, and hearing the combined sound of the steel drum corps and the band’s drum line, coming from the stadium, and seeming to make muted counterpoints like a soundtrack to all that’s happened. As I recall having had moments that were brilliant and now feeling as though caught in a minefield, and hoping those dancing lessons I took when I saw that jitterbug ride will...

It has been a long, long night of waiting until my dreams come true, those dreams of you, my sweetest and bestest friend. Now, as I stand in a doorway in the dark light of the sun, out near to that long winding road that leads to your door, and as I start the journey to you; I'll eat when hungry and drink when I'm dry and, live my life on the square. You seem to be lost, in this crazy landscape of emotion(s), which have b...

Old Road, - In a true winter's dark, with a Harvest Moon hanging overhead shining its pale light. I find myself speeding through the winter's darkness, passing those barren harvested fields covered in frost. In this winter, dark the cleared fields cause me to stop, and for a moment, and Touch the Earth*. While standing here observing the fields in their coat of frost. In the distance, the whistle and headlight of a night...

Midnight Ride, - Looking back is a bad habit, and, the time has come for me to ride hard and fast, and shall we dance? As I saddle up, and head out riding through both time(s), and memories of the disagreeable past in this Vale of Tears we call life.As I pull away from nearly forgotten times, and faces, which fade and dim in the smoky fires of the mind. With the only tears now being shed are those of Fear. The fear(s): Of...

Woke up this morning with a blue moon in my eyes and felt as if I had been taken down, deep down, with nothing being the same since the blues descended and walked right on through and shook all up beyond belief. Now I am finding myself standing at a crossroads after having made up my mind and knowing most things are now gone, and there are times when I shouldn’t be around or near and turn a blind eye to what is seen and d...

Sitting here late at night and half asleep I seem to hear a voice calling me, as I listen and wonder if it is only in my mind or is it coming from someone I failed in some way or merely left behind? To sort it all out, I let all of the good and bad guys I have been along with the demons and angels who defeated them, come together in me now as I greet them like a cast that’s been assembled like a gathering in an empty room...

Once again I find myself standing here leaning against a wall listening to the day’s sounds in the dawn’s dark light, as the sounds of chords being heard and then fading away as I vaguely remember how things looked when the day started. Noticing that all looks different and seems I have no recollection of how all looked before as I stand here feeling all-right, and knowing there would be emotion(s) involved but nothing sp...

Standing here on a wooded ridge feeling the fine drizzling rain in my face here in the North Country Fair, and feeling as if I had wiped the dust from my hands and the sleep from my eyes and being aware of changes taking place. As I find myself standing here and am reminded of when I stood in a dark doorway and looked out at that temple of life when I attempted to try and live my life upon the square as I looked to the sk...