And though moments have passed by I find it hard to turn away and walking through those dreams that have been cast away on the way through here. With us all carrying some sort of scars like souvenirs picked up along the way, with the past being that is never far behind no matter how far we have traveled on down the line. And life is a lot more than what we are and sometimes sounds like an old tired song only we can hear w...

Arriving at the station after having gotten off of that midnight train, and not really being the same person as I was after having everything lost and still reeling and recovering from the "Thanksgiving Massacre." So went and made some changes and caught a midnight train came to be here.Making my way outside and standing in front of the station, and standing there by that highway hoping to catch a ride, and watching as ev...

Five, four, three, two, one, zero; as I hear that almost silent countdown being whispered in my mind, and finding myself standing here as though I had been lost in time. Standing here in the dark light of the sun under these hard blue clear skies, near those twin archways out here in the courtyard, as I look out towards those distant crossroads across from the square. And closing my tired eyes for only a second and know t...

My whole life feels as though I have been waiting for the right time, and I feel lost or know how to feel at times. And never being able to say those words right though I knew of what I spoke of. Yet most sat and laughed because I couldn’t speak right, but those that listened knew what was said, even if they had to read between the lines. Remembering when I asked her to stay with me, and heard all of them gathered around...

Standing here against a wall slumped in defeat after having heard every word that had been said that night, when an ear to the wall was nothing more than a twist of fate to have been able to hear all that those voices said. And it has been said that sticks and stones will break my bones still there is the power that words have to cut and maim, as I now see the reflections in memory of who and I what once was back in the b...

The heads that turn as I pass by make my back burn from the vacuum of their stares, out here under the midnight moon, and hearing all the laughter when I pass by sometimes makes me sad, as I look up and noticed the stars have turned from cherry red to blue. Thinking that maybe they’ll get me and then again maybe they won’t and I just know it won’t be here, or tonight if it happens. There are things I could say but figure...

Sixteen years have passed and every second seems like a lifetime, and those years that have passed are like some sort of banner, or pennant flying over the field. A place where it seems there are both desperate women and men who are all divided trying to make some sort of getaway through the fallen leaves. Hearing what I thought was fortune calling to me, and I stumbled to my feet and left the shadows where I was sitting,...

Got a message the other day, and got me thinking that seems it’s all I got to try to take me back and possibly make me do something I wouldn’t do. And some things just don’t seem to add up to what my thoughts came up with concerning the message I received. Feeling that this might be the best of the time I have left and I know that old habits die hard, especially when reinforced by the old training I did in Georgia. As I s...

Smoky autumn night watching the ore boats passing by in the channel out near the islands, and mainland, and watching the water as the moon slowly rises up out of the lake. Making me pause, and begin to count the many tears I have shed over the years, and I know there will be a song that will linger for forever in both my ears, and head. Hoping that hard times will come no more, for I am tired of having rigged games being...

Standing here looking out on that Temple of Life again, and seeing what looked like a goddess rising from the mist of memories, having me recall the ballad of Cathain. Hearing a voice and seeing a face and closing my eyes knowing all is just an illusion, and knowing there are times when I can’t hold my head high and knowing too that some beauty was simply destroyed. Which at times leaves me blind and cold, like the surfac...

Feeling the time has arrived to go through the sleet, and driving snow across the frozen fields towards that light there in the distance. And feeling as if the earth is moving under my own dreamscapes, doing what I can to be there tonight. Knowing I don’t have much to offer or take and ain’t nothing nowadays like it used to be, and still seems like looking for the answers and the peace I haven’t found yet, with nothing se...

As the taxi made its way up the winding roads of Victoria Peak, Gael wondered which house the party was going to be in. He had scoped out many of them when he first arrived, but Victoria was a long trek from Kowloon for a poor young westerner without a car. It was at least 20 minutes by train, and then there was the walk to the top. Gael rarely took taxis, but tonight was an exception as he wanted to take advantage of eve...

Celebrations!We guys were up pretty early on this very important day. After getting washed and dressed, we fairly raced to the eating hall only to find that the girls had beat us there. There they were, calmly eating as they grinned at us. Kori waved at me to hurry up and sit down. Everyone started talking at once about how our day was going to go. Soon our speculations were quickly put to rest. Both Andros and Duris came...

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Finding myself waking at the break of day to a coffee scented morning here in Paris, and propping myself up on an elbow under that red comforter as I look around and breathe in that rich coffee smell. And thinking of what was seen in the dreaming as I attempt to shake off the dark colours of the previous night’s dreams, as I stare at the dust mote filled patches of the sun’s dark light as it illuminates the books lying th...