(2014)
Sometimes the smallest thing can c… A word not spoken when needed A careless thought that becomes a… An awkward glance that’s taken wro… If only we could stand outside our…
I caught a glimpse of you out of t… Then turned to think and you were… Once more it happened briefly to m… But never could the focus be compl… Always searching for what had neve…
As I gaze at the endless field of… That invite the careless wanderer Memory and thought fade Love me for who I am she said Memory becomes sleep
Had our conversation turned out we… Perhaps we would have had another And many more just the same And watched our friendship grow Always with some new idea
The wrong child sighed So no one heard Alone in a shabby apartment Not knowing who his father is Or where his mother went tonight
Everyone is invisible We look only at ourselves Hiding behind our computer screens Or in front of our TV’s There is much all around to be see…
Somewhere between a dream and life I felt your presence all around me In the half waking light of mornin… I looked to see the curved line of… Knowing that you are gone
Blurred vision through the rain so… Wipers beat discordant time to the… Open twenty four hours red neon In out Blinding headlights
Serenely I float above secure in my ignorance Casting aside both angels and demo… I stare in misbelief at the folly… Seeking not a path to follow
Tall with a guitar Thin with a poem Quick with the mind Glib with the tongue Where did the need come from
I broke into pieces against the ro… The careless wave of her actions Shattered my mast and beam Gnarled in the rigging of my stays… My soul lies twisted in the murky…
The brief warmth of sunlight fades… That touched the locust trees late… Limbs bared against the wind A rustle in the doss beneath give… While death and the red tailed haw…
She stood transfixed against the l… So hesitant in her being Her sad deep eyes were filled With loves sweet lust and agony Fearing the pleasure that is so fr…
Crossing under the blind moon With a dead float on the turtlebac… The love cycles pass us by endless… like an old parade Psychotic clowns lead with gentle…
Our visions are not the same Our views are shaped by different… Theory and application fight The means to the end For the end is the same for both o…