Middle of the night
I flee my home on foot
running desperately away
but I carry my heart with me
and all the unfounded fears contained
with all the heartache shadowing my every move
like an apparition of some macabre scene
in some movie
clings to my fleeing form
terrifying and surreal...

Middle of the night
I flee my warm home
into the cold of night
because I cannot find a silent place
between all these screaming worries haunting me
will I survive the coming day
will I be defeated in fighting for my place in the world
will it all come to naught
all the sweat blood and tears
poured into my daily bread

I have seen bad days
that I never thought I could survive
now I cling to that as the light at the end of the tunnel
a hope that the past is the blueprint of today
I need a silent place between the moments
center myself and regain my strength
I will fight on

Winter grips the
Harvest tree
Stripped of proof of life
the once-vibrant colors
lay decaying in the dirt
Turned brown like the
Fallow field
The riches that grew there
Hauled away
It feels as if all life
in this place has been
Spirited away
leaving the shed skin
proof of life's abundant harvest
Scattered about like
like a trail of tears
Proof of life escapes me
As my once vibrant colors
Lay decaying on the poem's page
The harvest tree to be
My forever home

I feel it all starting
To slip away now
Just on the edge of perception
Tell tale flickers of movement
Away from the center of my mind
A trick of the light perhaps
Motion more imagined than real
The inevitable...
My age slowly tightens its grip
Steals away what memory
Once served swiftly with clarity
Now stumbles back to me
Hazy and unclear
The inevitable...
The running man
Has slowed to
An inevitable crawl
Soon I will meet whatever destiny
Bears my name
the Inevitable....

Bagpipes cry out
the sun sinks into glorious color
dance the tune lively
listen to the age-old song weave in the air
Scotland my heart
treasure of Clan, Hearth and Home
treasure of a people standing tall
for all the thousands of years
Pay heed to your heart Scotsman
as the Bagpipes cry out in the Dusk
yours is a heritage that stands tall through centuries
proud my heart in Scotland
dance the lively tune
listen to the age-old song weave in the air
Scotland is my heart and soul

Can I craft such words
To stir a man to act
Can I make such an argument
That would sway a man

Such men who can
Bend and twist do exist
I have seen as much

Do I have the true words
That would undo that bending
Could I be that pen that
Breaks the hold of evil men
On my fellow man

I only wish for the words
But they do not find their way to my pen
I can only protest
I can only give everything
To save my nation
To save my people

Grey clouds cover the sky
Bearing hints and rumor
But offer no evidence of
Treachery or tragedy
Impaled by the stark contrast
Between the fearful cries of crows
And the better dispositions and grace
Of my own "oh-so-human after all" heart
I turn the engine on
Fight the tide
And decide to push further
Into this abysmal day
And the sunshine in my heart
Hope can sustain a man
When all reason and wit abandon

Argue the finer points
With a crow in the tree
Till you realize he kept you company
So pull the traction holding you and fly
Down the empty street full of thunder and noise you hide your head in
The thrill of your silent engine
As it carves a hole in your path
Sixty years two wheels meets pavement
And the game is afoot once again
The breeze in my hair
The sun on my face
My days are full of
Empty parking lot maneuvers
Full of life still clinging to
My old old bones
Charge the barricades
Rip away the rainwater deluge
And chase the streets
Deep into night
Full of silent sound and fury