A  long time ago, I put footprints in a place no one had ever been,
old dusty boots, sweat stained hat ,smell of that place.
My footprints remain if just in my mind,
the quiet moment comes, wraps it's arms around me
My footprints call to me across the distance of time,
this place no one has ever been,I am what I was,
not what I have become, I smell, taste feel my surrounds
happy to be there ,young ,arrogant without shame
....maybe this time, I will stay

my last breath blows the dust
from the pages of my life
last thoughts cross that timeless
aging space called living
  This is where I will find you
as friend and faded memory
your page was never read
only written
But I do.... remember you

I am there again
remembering yesterday
like a savage wind
Been here before
like a boy
now a man
….Here I stand

There again
so many years
have come now gone
what went right
what went wrong
Bitter sweet freedom
from the war
I won
….Here I stand

There again
regret leaks
down my cheeks
a taste of ones own
tears brings relief
Now older wiser
I understand why
….Here I stand

to be free
I threw
the last stone
into our glassy
swallow pond
murky with the lies
we’d tried to build
a life upon .

Ripples of freedom
sent to my heart
my soul
will be happier
Now we will be
forever apart.

To be free
you won’t be there
any more

I don’t wish
to say goodbye.
Or
see you one last time
like all the times

You needed me
you would say
now, we will never
ever ….find out why?
You didn’t
even know me
Nor did You
ever try.

Oh what a life
A wicked loving
strange life !
this is what
I believe
I have lived .
To reach for someone
no longer there
Holding their hand
While they sleep
The tears will dry
And memory ’s fade
I miss the love
If it was there
At all……….?

Looking at the stars
I wonder where you are
do you still think of me
do you too have a scar

Hello universe,
thought .... I should thank you
for all your wondrous gifts
like my life, hard ....yet fair
like this body lasting ....this far
like the dreams I've followed....still do
like not going to jail for things I did not do.
3 numbers and a sub ....when normally I just get 2.
we seem to talk a lot these days

I close my eyes,
part of my soul dies.
my head explodes with sadness,
tears weep tears within me.
I welcome death ,like a missing friend,
life happened to me,  I look behind,
no shadow, something died.
with nothing to believe in,
it could never survive.