Pulling me back
in the arms of Mr. November
Time moves unfamiliar
But still I am

Longing for the known
thinking of fall cold
every corner there I was
unfamiliar

The melody moves unfamiliar
strange comfort in delight
of nostalgic rediscovery
But unstill I am

Unrelenting release
naive meanderings
Through the fall
into spring
but still I am

I sit on the edge of nothingness,
With a ring piece from my last beer
Wrapped around my finger
Like a promise ring to my lowly wife.
So I spit blood at the moon,
Like a toothless wolf howling in blue,
I’m nothing more than noise.


I remember when the darkness first came
And you were my shining light,
Leading me through so effortlessly,
I’d follow blindly,
Chasing ecstasy.
But soon the walls grew too high
And now you’re nothing more than faint crumbs on the floor.

I am working on a dream:
it is sensible,
not ostensible.

I am working on a dream:
which makes sense
to make compensable.

I am working on a dream:
it is significant,
not dispensable.

I am working on a dream:
it is perceptible,
but hard to reach.

I am working on a dream.
I am sensible:
satisfied with thinking.

I am working on dream:
which I have to wake up from
in order to be insane enough
to make it come true.

Summer stands in shadows, silent.
She has reasons
Here in Autumn's dark-ning chill,
Here at the cleaving of the Seasons...
Some harvest in; some still to go
Before the staying cold,
Before the piling snow.

Chill in the air; hesitation in the breath...
Footsteps pounding on the hardening street,
A steaming sprite an opened door escapes.
Everywhere a tucking in, a tucking up,
A nervous shrug, a cautious smile denies
Winter's coming blast of cold.

Scent of wood smoke
Flares the nostrils
Evokes childhood rites,
Calls stragglers to the burning leaves.

I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes. I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”

i toss and wake beside you at 2am
eyes drowsily sliding open
and hands tiredly grasping at sheets
in the calm of a cool summer dawn.
i turn and watch your bare chest rise and fall steadily;
the rhythm of your breaths is a miracle in this moment
and your heartbeat a gift as i press close to you and listen;
my hair spilling across your warm body.
your lips part slightly as you stir
and the air is blessed to be kissed so gently by them.
i lean close and brush my lips against yours,
careful not to disturb your stillness.
your presence reassures me as i lay my head down beside yours
and drift back to sleep
secretly holding this moment.

If only i could make you see
How much harder it is too flee
We need to run, to leave this place
Leave our homes, and our dying race
They don't know what we're planning to do
But we don't have time to see who makes it through
The fence that protects us, holds us in
Traps us in a place that holds not one grin
We'll pack our bags in the middle of the night
And in the shadows we'll take flight
A new place will form in our wake
But we don't know how long that'll take
The timing was perfect, and everyone could see
The struggles we went through just to be free.