I think I used to know you a long time ago... you were a princess who lived high in a castle.. and I... was an ugly troll who lived under a bridge.. but I used to watch you.. the way the breeze would flow through your hair... the way you laughed.. the way your eyes would make everyone around you glad you were near... and I remember how happy I was... just to hear you walk across my bridge. You once turned to look at me......

You walk in life upon hardened soil, Not petals of rose and moss; Each day you face life’s woes and toil, And keep score by gains and loss; You’re told each moment is schemed and planned, By He who spoke on the mount; And on that day when Sunday clanned, His hymns are sung and the monies count; Led by a book of blessed verse, As taught by lesser men; Their teachings fraught with the aged curse, Only He can pardon your sin...

You said "I love you.. what does that mean"? Your voice quivering in doubt. Lost and confused as you ever have been, Not knowing what your love was about.. Sorrow and regret surrounded by guilt, Your feelings unsure and kept hidden. The strongest bond that ever was built, Now weak and broken and held forbidden. Pushing away what once was held dear, An occasional memory stirred. Comfort and love has now turned to fear, Of...

Words.. so hard to say? if you don't use them.. do they go away? Never said and left in doubt.. is this what love is all about? The head and heart must always guess.. am I deaf? more or less.. The silence rings inside my head.. nothing said.. is the heart now dead? Words.. so hard to say? you're not using them.. have you sent them away? Are feelings lost.. has desire so faded? are others near? have I been traded? Is your...

As a boy growing up I didn’t know any different. Do other families move as much? How many schools now? 10? 15? More? A kid once said to me his folks said we were white trash. I hit him. But I knew he was right. It is what it is. There is truth to the adage ‘you can run but you can’t hide’. I didn’t have a cornucopia of good things in my life. Abusive parents. No friends because we moved so much. Being the oldest of eight...

A friend of mine once asked “How come everything you write is so dark?” I said they weren’t completely dark, you just had to see the light between the words. Which is true in all writing. There is intent and there is interpretation. What did I mean? What did you read? We spend our whole lives relying on pitch and tone of voice. Body language. Eye movement. The emotion of the moment. The physical presentation of a thought...

If I Said.. Why aren’t rainbows everyday? Why do clouds drift away? Why won’t love come and stay? What would you say? If I said.. Who made giraffes so tall? Why do leaves die and fall? Do we really need love at all? Don’t you ever want to call? If I said.. Where do rabbits run and hide? Why are rivers deep and wide? How do we know when a heart has lied? Have you ever thought of us and cried? If I said.. Why does iron rust...

Growing up wasn’t much fun,In a dysfunctional family of the worst degree.But I always knew my life wasn’t done,The world still held much for me to see.School was hard.. no cap and gown,Too many things I worried about.The path isn’t clear with your eyes looking down,My worth I always seemed to doubt.Friends collected from here and there,No pattern in life could I rely on.Even though they said they cared,When I need them mo...

I hate the end of a story. The final line of a poem. Or that last piece of popsicle that always falls off the stick. There is such a sadness to being no more. Maybe that’s why we can’t let go. Even when it is long past over. We wait as long as we can. Forever is such a long time. And letting go means the start of forever. We look away like we didn’t notice. We hide. We lie. We tell ourselves it isn’t today. And make belie...