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...

Sitting here after getting off of a call with an old friend who can be rightly labeled as the person who saved my life roughly thirty-three years ago. As I am still calling in order to touch base and I know he is still on my side through all and the aftermath we have both been through, and there are times when it seems as there is nothing left at all I know he is still there. Making me realize that I need to keep in touch...

I did my best when the call came down the line and I was taken up to that platform of surrender, as I closed my eyes and took a breath to clear both my heart and mind. As I found myself looking at the cold winter dawn and the dark light of the sun on the horizon and find I am reminded of metal. Finding myself with a taste of metal and it feels like I am tasting tin or copper, and wondering if it is because the view remind...

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...

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...

When we finally come to the end of those lives we all have lived will the faithful be rewarded, and will others miss the final warning when it sounds? There are times when it feels as there is nothing remaining and the darkness can be felt beginning to fall with there being pockets where the air is thinning. Hearing all the noise and the dull roar of their voices and still some sit and cry about it and to rail against it...

Some things never change and silent prayers are still said for the departed, along with those things that are never said and are still better off left alone and unsaid. In most cases all I ever asked was to be taken as I am, and I know I am not magnificent in any way and had been fooling myself that I was. It’s my life and I know I won’t live forever, and still I decided and have been doing things my way. Standing tall an...

The heads that turn as I pass by make my back burn from the vacuum of their stares, out here under the midnight moon, and hearing all the laughter when I pass by sometimes makes me sad, as I look up and noticed the stars have turned from cherry red to blue. Thinking that maybe they’ll get me and then again maybe they won’t and I just know it won’t be here, or tonight if it happens. There are things I could say but figure...

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...

Standing here looking out at the frozen approaches to the islands in the channel nearby and it seems that most of my days lately have blended into a single theme. Just like that single road I have followed as the days turn into night. With there being times I have been standing quietly watching all passing me by, as the days just seem to be flowing by. Seeing the dawn’s dark light and having it feel as though it is too br...