My first day on the job, Arrived quarter till nine; To the frowning Miss Fanny, I'd be a ray of sunshine. She peered over her glasses At my color-streaked hair; She was rethinking her bun, I could tell by her stare. "Sort the shelves in the back And empty...
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Leap Of Faith
Learning to trust again is a leap of faith.I’ve been burned before My giving nature taken for granted My friendship chewed up and spit out My heart poked with holes So, I’ve treaded more lightly this time around Perhaps wiser than before? Cautious about how much to give Holding back some of myself...
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I pigeonhole myself in these roles Forcing circles into square holes Pursuing hearts that are unspeakable Clinging onto the unfeasible Contorting to fit their mold Yearning to be worthy enough to hold Breaking every bone in my body In hopes that they’ll f...
He seduces smoke silhouettes Compensating for the loss of his duet Desperately attempting to see past the vignette During lonely hours, he clings to his rosette He lies among the ashes Memories splatter through his mind in splashes Perceiving a monster th...
...with cello strings in nature's woods in the silence of an unspoken tree to the edge of forever, I see drinking deep the inevitable the aroma of coffee and only me and patience in living in nature incorporating life into prayer and myths listening to wi...
Breaking through the clouds Illuminating the fields of wheat Warming them with pleasure Maple spreading out for the winged Nesting high up into her leaves Then underneath
Hard Falling Rain
punishmentAll my addictions Wrapped up inside my brain You want to take a run at this disaster You'll only have yourself to blame The door it's locked The windows wide open That closet is full of pain Take it to heart Run for your life It's a hard falling rain Wher...
Gas Station Cheeseburgers
The taste of lifeI like gas station cheeseburgers Those red hot burritos too The sun coming to shine on my backyard Got a woodpecker and squirrel, they think they own the place I suppose they probably do I like getting high in my basement Listening to Davis Byrne and John...
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Hold The Door
What ever we want it to beThat old man with the walker Took one to the knee another to the thigh on his trip to Vietnam Comes to every one of his grandkids' games If he doesn't get a move on He'll miss the whole thing Hold the door Here comes that kid with the fingernail polish No...
I want to watch as their eyes light up when I walk into the room I want it that when they catch a glimpse of me the rest of the world falls away And I am the only one left in focus I want deep late-night conversations about our dreams I want lazy afternoo...
Lights Gone Dim on Main Street
StruggleI see you You see me We see nothing at all Hand in hand we walk into our willing blindness I speak You speak We don't understand any of the words Tongue on tongue tied into a tight knot You listen I listen The noise is so loud we can't hear The lights hav...
Death, the great unknown, the final journey we must take alone. It comes to us all, without warning or delay, and leaves us with nothing but memories to stay. It's a journey we can't escape, a fate we must all embrace. It's the end of our mortal coil, the...
Come home to me my rose bud Ebb Tide, rising, in lieu of dark roses, a beautiful flower was, as the song, loves a woman, so flows emotions, softly now walking with the silent winds and the faded blooms of yester-hour's crying.