how many dreams
can you put in a jar
how many ghosts can you catch
how many waves
can you count in your sleep
how many more will it fetch
cry to the moon
not to loosen its' hold
into the void we shall drift
awaken us Morpheus
from the landscape you weave
I know not a curse from a gift
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 5:59 PM UTC
So cold
the wind howls like a lost soul
searching for the warming fire
remembered in a dream
it calls to me as I gaze
from this place I call home
the window like ice to the touch
snow turned to sheets on the walk
so cold
how will I manage until you return
to the dream
to the warmth
to the past
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
it now comes from a place too close, too easy
not pulled by the slippery roots of an elusive plant
residing deep in the darkness of a well
where words and thought are one
I am worn by age
and loss
and every line
every word
every poem resides
in its own time
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC
One two three
angels on a raging sea
they pulled me from
the abyss
the me
that summoned the waves that pound
they salvaged a life
from a dying soul
renewed a dream that had faded
grown cold
I live outside the once darkened rooms
that took me to my knees
in the warming light of 3 angels
on a calm lake
and a Summer breeze
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 10:13 AM UTC
the Mothman Cometh in dead of night
who knows his pain
who knows his plight
left unchecked in their faulty haste
born in pools of chemicals and waste
a slip of nature
he roams the skies
with wings of a condor
and red blazing eyes
it is said he had vanished
when the bridge came down
but I believe he remains
at the outskirts of town
I have been to Point Pleasant
and his presence I feel
on the river
on the streets
in the steps of John Keel
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
the dots are slowly disconnecting
I can see it coming now
the register jams more often
did I do that
and why...or how?
'yes, you told me that
remember...?
but it's okay
everything is fine'
the signs are now clear
this creeping fear
the foggy mist of my decline
the familiar sound
of the 2 o'clock train
snaps me out of my hazy state
I move to the porch
and view the mountains
listening to nature
I wait
the new Sun is crisp
and it's warmth dries the night
the first cup of coffee
with the first sign of light
I search for the shirt
that I'll wear on this day
and my best fitting jeans
then to Father I'll pray
the walk isn't far
half mile...a bit more
odd smile from Ms Harris
as she opens her door
the wildlife remain calm
as I take up a seat
pulled out a Lucky
and inhaled it deep
the dots reconnect
head bowed
on my knees
2 o'clock comes and goes
like a chirp in the breeze
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC
loan me a dime
said the poet to the rhyme
dropped like dice
from vanilla ice
the Gods of poetry
spittin words like flem
cause they notice
when you notice them
up in here up in here
shout it like you got no fear
turn that smokin' room around
light her up and buy a round
lines that bring em to their knees
ask Edgar, William
even Socrates
this one is yours
number one on the chart
like a rhyme on a dime
to the beat of her heart
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 11:00 PM UTC
where the hell am I
I don't recognize this place
we are led like cows to slaughter
blind to this disgrace
we take their poisons with a grin
while they get filthy rich
they play us like a lab of rats
then kick us to the ditch
our taxes buy their mansions
the market is their bank
they wallow in their sick perversions
their eyes are dark and blank
this is the final scene
where we proceed or wave the towels
do we let these ******* get away
or feed them to the cows
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 9:13 PM UTC
the saddest part of dying
is what you forgot to do
the ideas born in lucid dreams
that vanished in the hue
the mountains never seen
the oceans never crossed
the poems written on scraps of paper
a lover's smile now lost
the tears you held inside
the chances never taken
the landscape of your life
an oasis now forsaken
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 11:08 AM UTC
the town had just come into view
as the western sky turned a brilliant blue
he pulled up alongside a prickly pear
lit up a stogie and rested his mare
how long will this beauty last
he'd wonder
the calm was hushed by distant thunder
no time to dawdle
as the blue went gray
it's rollin' in fast
best be on our way
the echoes roll in the western sky
farmer's plea answered
by the Lord on high
let's pray for peace and the end of change
Our Heaven on earth
this open range
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC