This morning,
When I couldn't stop thinking about you,
Or maybe the idea of you,
     (You see I don't know you rather well)
And I couldn't get anything done,
I went for a bike ride.

After fifteen seconds
Of fresh air
My tire popped
And I fell on my face.

And while I'm not writing this
To blame you,
Or make you feel bad,
Per se....
I just think you should know
How much I go through
For you.

The Winter is chained onto each of my bones.
It has been in my father’s bones, and it is in mine.
When deafening silence fills fields of snow,
And whispers of death around the valley
Reassure that all is right in the world.




The Spring is mixed within with my blood.
It has been in my father’s blood, and it is in mine.
When we remember what the world can be,
And senses flourish to sweet and soft,
It all begins again.




The Summer is melded with my skin.
It has been in my father’s skin, and it is in mine.
When we remember our hopes and dreams
And everything is possible,
In that perfect sunset.  




The Fall is nestled deep within my heart.
It has been in my father’s heart, and it is in mine.
When quiet talks blow mouth to mouth,
And echo creaking floorboards of far off footsteps,
On a Sunday afternoon.

everyday we wake up
and do our best to impersonate
that who we think it is we are

It's cold out you said When will the cold go away?
And I told you there was no such thing
Just a lack of heat

And we walked together
Through the rain
And we both knew that really
The cold was there
We could feel it.

We both decided it was a clean slate
That we want
To have not felt the heat

When I lay in bed below the moon,
And drift away into the land of night,
My thoughts and journeys merge into a tune.
I miss all of the songs I wish to write
In light of all what is missing in the day,
I yearn to understand all that I've missed;
Those lovely thoughts that once bestowed my brain
But vanished from my soul into the mist.
Yet if such imagination grasps me here,
And takes me far away from where I am,
Then death provides me not with such a fear,
But the bliss of knowing more than I can fathom.
          If my dying hand could only grasp the pen
          To tell you of my vision at the end.

I was summoned this morning - who knows who or why
Called out by the silence of the whispering city
Called out to come and watch the light grow
To sit in silence; icy feet, icy toes

As the drunks cuddled up together in bed
     Alone I sat by the sea
As their passions resolved, and their hangovers grew
     Alone I sat by the sea

For this is time to escape to the North
Where the birds hide their secrets desperately from us
Like the world of before, whose life still exists
And each death is but change - no me, and no you

And we cannot get their together you see,
Nor travel alone. For we've always been
Like the waves of the sea: Separate, yet everywhere
As we are to the earth that separates us
It is only if we believe. From ashes to ashes
Dust to dust, until the end of time.

Didn't you think!
“What if he doesn’t finish the whole thing?”
“What if he falls asleep before he’s done,
    Before someone finds his lost son, or frees Mr. B”

Then what?

Left with dreams not to what you intended,
Stuck between chapters with characters not finished
      What they still have to do.
On the brink of disaster! Alone with suicidal friends…

Then what?

Will he do when he wakes up?
And he’s lost without purpose alone and undone,
Without the strength to even look past the cover.
Didn't you think,
What if!?