Forever alone
But never lonely
The cairn points the way
A tattered trail
In intemperate weather I endeavor
The gale winds of ignorance causes me to pause
And take account of my story
The path to oblivion has its detours
I walk it alone, confident that the end is near

They walk in lockstep
Ignorant of the words they repeat
The excess of your covetousness
Sickens me to no end

I had respect once
Only pity and disgust abounds
Once a leader of men
Now a disciple of intolerance

You wished I was never born
And yet I was
It was not for your edification
But mine

Today, I search for meaning and enlightenment
A light from afar has illuminated a path
A path lightly trodden
Trodden with hopes and fears
Fearful of what lay ahead
Ahead of what is inevitable and righteous
Righteousness is a narrow road turning right nor left
I’m left with a sense of reverence
Revered in my search for enlightenment

I seek a harvest of hope and bliss
You reap what you sow, it is said
But sow as you may, hope and bliss requires
A willful soul and mindful heart where
Malicious spirits abound
Making the ground fallow and unworkable
A vermin called dogmatism and self-righteousness
Seek to emasculate a once fertile land
How do we reverse this pestilence?
I say hope should not despair
Our union with the universe
Guides our way
Our reward is bliss

A summer not easily forgotten
A romance shared but ill-conceived
Lobster red legs and arms
Scars and pain,
Etched for twenty-six years
The sound of the fog horn on Cape Neddick,
Still resonates in my hollow depths
At night on the beach,
Do you remember what I said?
With the music of the waves, our opus number one
In the blackness,
It was as if we were standing in the middle of the universe
Stars bright and within reach
We are revolving around one another

A silhouette, dark and hopeless
Casts a heavy shadow in my mind
A ragged edged sword
Used for mutilation,
Begs to be released
But beyond all hope,
It is stilled in its hopeless scabbard
Death of a friend, averted

Remember, my fair weather friend
When all that mattered was coffee in the morning
I don’t laugh when you call it your drug of choice
Coffee in the morning is serious business

A staring contest that I always win
An hour of small talk then we get to the meat
You cry and I sigh
We drift to a place where hollow feelings reside

Docile thoughts evolve into ravenous beasts
Why, you ask?
Answers raise more questions
Never ending questions

The sun is reaching its zenith
We are descending
I want to step carefully down this hill
You choose to go down in summersaults.