Smooth cool waves
Wash the banks. Gently they
Roll, in harmony with the
Tanks. Unnatural thunder
Carries the ground.

The creek shimmers bright,
A reflection of starlight
On a background of blaze.
Firesmoke clouds and thick haze.

On the right the tanks
Subside, the flames
Have caught their eyes.
The creek laid border
To destruction against disorder.

Slowly the metal creaks
And trembles. The watery
Banks protect the tanks

But the flames draw closer.
Just a short while
‘Till they bleed over.

Fires burn the banks away.
No border can stop the
Blaze. Nature engulfs
The tanks of man.

Day after Day the
Fires burn nights.
Crimson and orange wisps
Hide the starlight.

When the fires subside
All left is nature’s pride.
The creek flows on,
A path to my dreams.

The tanks have overrun
The fires wake has only
Begun.

Arising from the ashes
New life comes in dashes.
To drink from the spring,
The crossroad of fire and machine.

Capsized then washed ashore
Overwhelmed and soaked through
Disconnected, all is past.
Time crawls by,
Sand falling in an hourglass.

The world’s not too big
I’ve always been too small,
Downtrodden by what falls.

No room on the island
Waves fade in and out.
No monsters to scare
You.
Just thoughts in the dark.

What happened to my
Brothers?
What happened to my
Lovers?

The hardest questions to
Cope with
Resound heaviest
In my mind.

Nature sustains me physically,
Mentally I am starved.
Language didn’t survive
The storm that made me capsize.

Thoughts fly by
Tangible as the birds.
Words echo from my mouth
But the sounds are only waves.

Is this where I belong?
And does it matter
If this is
Where I am.




Where am I?
Nowhere anyone knows.
Relatively,
Nowhere at all

My ship was sailing
And the skies shown bright blue.
My ship was sinking
And my eyes couldn’t think it through.

It was never a boat,
Never claimed by the sea.
I woke up and my plane just landed.
So why do I always feel so stranded?

Have faith the ends

They will justify the means

And thoughts will bring

The unclean and unseen

To move and to sing

Gently and quickly

With lust and lean.

Ideas come to me
My pen and paper
Set them free for all
To see.
A glimpse of me.

My thoughts flow through me
My fish in my stream
Free to jump and gleam
Like me.
Vibrant with glee.

My thoughts fly by me
My birds off to sing
Songs echo and ring.
You must
Listen: let it be.

Ideas came to me
My pen and paper
set them free, for all…
Be free.

Silently you speak to me
Through expression,
Both woe and glee.
Like no others that I see.

Your eyes can do it all,
They’ve inspired love
At its deepest fall.
They lift me up yet make me crawl.

Your mind does it best,
Its truly free
Unlike the rest.
She follows heart in every test.

I’ve seen you dance
Your eyes caught my glance.
I’ve watched your mind turn
I still see your eyes burn.

Wildly they steam they shimmer.
I’ve felt your love through their glimmer.

They beam to me untying my woe
As if it was a soft silk bow.

A man comes to a divergence
Two paths in his view.
One tamed and treaded,
One dark and dreaded.

A man moves to the neglected,
So he may follow in the wake
Of more impressive footsteps.