November 1, 2017

When November comes
And the wind chills
Bones rattle
And leaves crunch
When November comes
The air drops
Breath be seen
The planet slows
Becomes Serene
When November comes
The wishing wells
Trapping dreams
Of summer and fall
Not to be discovered
Until Spring again.



September 1, 2017

The month stated
I stopped
A pound of fear
Every second brought.

I needed to find
My internal voice
Remember to rhyme
Like it’s my choice.

The way

August 23, 2017

They left us here
To rot on the vine
Wasted away
Like useless swine
By we grew old
Had children of our own
Raised them well
To rise again
Even in defeat
We marched our way
Even in dispare
We found the way

A dark nights travel

August 13, 2017

When Isaiah lights the fire
We can gather round
Telling stories, drinking
Pretending to be profound.
The Truth slips by
In the grey of night
Often incomplete
Compared with daylight
But the stories are fine
When darkness settles in
Often of journeys
All riddled in sin
Home and away
Seem oh so near
The dark and the vastness
No longer bring fear
So dear Isaiah
Please do light the cord
For if we don’t start chatting
We’ll all die in this fjord


July 21, 2017

Lost in my own world
The Land in my head
Floating between
Cerebral beliefs
And surreal wonder
Only to find
This lucid dream
Of a day
Is not so lucid


May 23, 2017

Switching off
My tired brain
Before exhaustion
Drives me insane
Sleeping through
To morning’s call
Silent slumber
Dim and dull
Slowly turning
I awake
Yawning, sleepy
At day break
Then another
Day like before
Bleeding together
Now and before

Down in the dirt

May 11, 2017

The night came
And he saw
A reflection
In a dirt puddle
The city
A face
So much pain
That scuzzy liquid
Showed the ugly Truth