I cherish this moment... like a stopwatch clicked, time ceased to exist... wading here bare feet pants rolled up in search of nothing underneath the pier... salted water keeps coming, relentlessly as waves splash against barnacled posts... the moon and stars so still, so cold, so lonely as I gaze. I smell popcorn and cotton … Continue reading in search of nothing
shadows cast in night frightening walls in light of day tell all tales slide like snails a foreshadowing of crawly things making sliding noises.
was it in your head the endless loop hovering above the bed? were you so right neon lights flashing through the night? 50 years ago the old friends went their separate ways. we remember that song riding the horse we rode upon up and down until dawn... the merry go-round music played, played, played as we … Continue reading delusion
captured by the takers our hearts turned to stone... memories of love singing songs of joy living young and wild we the innocent child fathoming our future in small framed pictures. .
the runner came out of nowhere breaking through the red, white and blue finish line ribbon. no one saw him before. but, he shouted out 'I won, I won, won'! insisting everyone take his word. but, the witnesses and judges saw the evidence removing the winner's crown off his head. he cupped his hands over … Continue reading the runner
like a little teapot ever naught sometimes feeling distraught until, outside my window doves do flock boiling hot I pour me out into my cup it's enough to take the edge off life and make me happy.
am I not master of my own soul in darkness of night as I stroll down this crooked sidewalk under city lights? for, I wonder where will fate lead me from here? I do not control men nor anything, except that I breathe the same air humans have breathed since they became aware of self... … Continue reading darkness of night
I went to build my little cabin in the woods... it's there I always wanted to be. my friends await me. the dove cooing in the morning. the birds fluttering in the sky in afternoon. squirrels hopping from tree to tree before sunset.. and, the cricket playing its melody under the still moonlight.
collusion tricked us into mass delusion. they got away with it, there's no confusion. evil will be turned over like soil by the farmer's plow. truth and justice is coming. we never will bow.
shall we write without fear in four score year? was it you who hoped someone would listen embracing your soul with those loving arms you cried out so endearingly for?