The storm of change is rising strong
As twilight gathers near.
The old ways drift to silent rest
While a new world learns to hear.
So let our voices echo still,
A last lamenting cry,
For the time of the old way’s will
Has finally passed us by.
The memories we treasure most
Of days we used to know
Are embers fading as the host
Of midnight starts to grow.
So let us raise our voices then,
A soft and fading song,
For the time of the old way when
We walked with it is gone.
Though shadows fall behind our stride,
The horizon calls us on.
With seeds of hope now sown inside,
A brighter dawn is born.
So let us lift our voices high,
A clear, ascending cry,
For the dawn now rising in the sky
Will guide us as we try.
The end of an era greets us now,
But a new dawn soon will rise,
And together we will make our vow
Beneath the brightening skies.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC
All my tomorrows were born
when I first saw your face
In that moment
I surrendered all I was
and with the well-worn tools of my youth
I began to build the man you deserve
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
Words lay in a heavy pile,
Receipts love cannot reconcile,
Scattered on the floor
So much love we had held before,
Yet somehow we declared a war.
Insults flew like sharpened spears,
Cries for peace that no one hears,
No medic to be found
On this casing littered killing ground,
And still we braced for one more round.
And none of us will win
Just frightened souls accruing sin.
None shall rise or claim a prize;
Only fighters with blackened eyes
And silence closing in.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC
a slip of memory
something I let fall
from the pocket of my mind
so insignificant
to me
but
to him
it was the Point
all was now
before
or
after
that small insignificant
slip of memory
i let fall
from the pocket of my mind
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 6:09 PM UTC
At the crack of dawn
The day already lay broke
I rummaged through its pockets
Hoping to find more time
But they were empty
as empty as my dreams
Of love, and power, and glory
They told me I could be anything
but there is not time to be everything
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
He saw the white flash as it enveloped him
He could feel the weight
So comforting
But soon the light gave audience
to that which hid beyond the light
That which was him
Before
He could see the light melting away
Like snow
Like that snow
From that day
He could still see her
Contorted as she lay on that blanket of white
Her body peach and pink on the white white snow
He remembers covering her with that snow
And then watching patches of it melt away
Peach and pink poking through the white
And he would throw on more of that snow
Over and over
The cycle seemed to go on forever
But eventually that snow ceased to melt
She was too cold
Peach and pink
replaced by
blue and gray
He tried to throw snow
on the mental pictures
that were flooding back
But these sins were
too hot
to stay buried for
too long
Oh god
It had all come back to him
Why hadn’t he stopped with her
Why were there more
He saw them all
Each and every one
Like a flip book
Being played again
and again
Oct 9, 2023
Oct 9, 2023 at 3:30 PM UTC
This is the story of a truly evil man
He does not remember who he is
or the twisted things he did in the past.
He lives a life unencumbered with regret, or guilt.
Free to move forward in the world.
A ship suddenly at full sail with no anchor.
Just brightness and possibility
and speed from the lightness of a bleach spotless soul.
Then one day a sickening spark is ignited.
Like a flash going off
gives a brief glimpse of things that wait in the dark.
Soon the occasional flash becomes a strobe light.
All his actions from the past coming flickering back into view.
Like a madman running at you from across a field.
The strobe always blinking.
What will he do when the madman gets to him,
becomes him,
reclaims him,
is him
again?
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 3:09 PM UTC
Goodbye for now,
I must take my leave
My soul's been spent, I can't allow
More of my heart to grieve
It's time for rest, to bid adieu,
Thanks for all you've done,
For words you've shared, for moments true,
But my eyes grow tired of the sun
My thoughts are foggy, hard to see,
Can't make it all make sense,
Like echoes of a memory,
Of life that once was dense.
As darkness settles, I'll tip my hat,
And say goodbye to all,
May what I leave not fall so flat,
But shine and never pall
Goodbye for now
May 12, 2023
May 12, 2023 at 10:38 AM UTC
The blue sky in my eye
is dotted with birds that fly.
Like a brand new lie
from which one cannot pry
the truth.
It is like the games of our
youth
so free, so unfettered by logic.
I can only hope to pick the truth
from the popular beliefs.
To stand alone as if of stone
against the ragging winds
of fashionable thought
May 12, 2023
May 12, 2023 at 10:26 AM UTC
The light turned red
I stopped and fell into a song
Or the lyrics
Or the beat more likely
I started to make them my own
Just the cadence as a guide
Reminiscing about things
That never happen to me
I allowed myself to float
On that lake of stolen memories
And then
The light turned green
While still shaking off the memories
That clung to me like water
I took my turn and rolled forward
That is when it all exploded
And I learned
That just because it’s your turn
Doesn’t mean you go next
That knowledge came at the cost
Of my left leg
But it is ok
Now I’m all right
Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 11:20 AM UTC