Sun dropping on the horizon,
light fading as the night over takes the light.
A gentle breeze reduces the heat of the day.

Sitting on the grass,
watching the sky turn from dark blue,
to black with the twinkle of stars.

My mind drifts in and out of dreams.
Thinking of you,
the light of my life.

When I grow up what will I be
I ask myself this now
As I reflect on a life
Which much of which has passed

There was a time like all
Small boys
That I wanted to be a policeman
Or a fireman

Years went by
And I grew in height
I had new ideas
Of what I'd be when I grew up

There came a time
I had to get serious
As college was near
Or maybe not

War was waging
As it does today
And many thoughts
And dreams

Ended Here

We stand
in tomorrow's Dreams,
while looking into
yesterday's past.

island girl comes close
exchanging looks then touching
joining into one

a dream board of thoughts
visions that keep me awake
weighing what I see.

visual sense of necessity
bouncing around in my brain
near sleep, view distinct.

since lying quite near
my dreams all have been met
as she sleeps by me.

The depth of my mind grows dark
But ideas that create words come forth.
This tells me,
The time to write has arrived.
The pains of anguish
As my mind runs.
Looking for a comfortable space
To chill, To hide,
Waiting for this nightmare to pass

The sun slipping
slowly from the sky,
as a sliver of moon
greeted the darkness of night.

Finding my mind
sliding on a similar
path as the sun,
hoping to find

comfort in the distant
light reaching
out to me.
Or so it seems.

Where I am
I know not.
Something happened
an now I am here.

Attempting to focus
and I see
the light
as the brightness grows.

Is the light
coming to me,
or am I
going to the light?

Beyond my thoughts
and the light,
I feel no sensations,
but dark with approaching light.

I now see
shadows growing
close within
the light.

Wait I think
someone I know
is in the light.
Everything is becoming clear.

Yes now it's
clear and I
have found
my place.

All the faces
and all my past,
rush to me
as I am called home.

Sitting enjoying the morning
as the sun breaks over
the horizon with
no chance of rain,
but still a beautiful day.

My love comes in this morning
preparing for her day.
smiling she tells some
whimsical tale, I know not what,
but with such joy and happiness

and a smile, that I look up at her
and feel a great smile
come to my face
and great happiness
that she is in my life.

I say, c'est la vie
But I don't know the French well
Yes, It is the life

read the word sublime

considered it for sometime

realized it's you

wake to a new day,
ask if you are in control
of your life and mind.

do we really know
if we're truly in control
with the voice that speaks

saying we are sane
and in control of our life
could it be a lie.

so be careful as
you rise in the early morn.
hear the right voice.

As I inhale the vapors.
My mind becomes clear.
Well that may be the perception,
That I feel here.

With the noise subsiding,
Seems to slow down my ride.
I have more time to devote to myself.
Without the distractions attacking all the time.

Me: 3 Demons: 0

Looking for a place
peace rather than sanity
which seems to escape
my mind as it runs after
demons that keep invading

Breathing is labored
Heart races rapidly
Eyes dilated
Lips dry

She makes my heart beat
Lungs fill with air
Every moment without her
Breathing stops with anticipation

Looking to the next moment
That she is near
So I can inhale her scent
And behold her beauty

Longing to hold her
Look into her eyes
Kiss her lips
Lay next to her

She is my life

We hold them close,
As we give them life.
With the first breath of air,
And the scream of pain.

Then they grow up,
And oh so proud.
Looking to see how high
They can reach in the sky.

Along the way they find their path,
But you seem to be left behind.
Looking to see how far they reached,
As they waved goodbye.

days have grow short and
our nights have grown long and cold
warmth slipping away

flannel sheets on bed
planning a long winter sleep
think I'll hibernate

home again my love
your warm lips and dark eyes bring
a smile to my heart

Where do we find happiness
Do we search for it
Does it find us
Or do we find it

Happiness can be elusive
As we miss it passing by
Hidden in illusions
Within our own mines

We see pain
And suffering
In the search for happiness
As it just passes by

Happiness is real
Even if hard to find
It's worth the search
And it may take time

But in the end
Your search complete
Happiness was always yours
It's sitting at your feet

******* no
But too late as tip enters




Blood drawn slowly now

What am I
searching for
as I grow older
and feel the aches
and pains of life.

Is it my loves
of the past
when I was younger
with hopes and dreams
that became lost.

Is it my friends
from younger days
when we ran
and played
with no cares in the world.

Is it my parents
gone so long ago
teaching me
and holding me,
showing me love.

All my life
and all this time
my search goes on
within my mind,
memories of beautiful times

As the seasons change
the cold setting in,
I smile accepting
the time of change.

But at this time
I feel the darkness
within my mind,
it seems to be closing in.

Fighting off the dark
that wants to be creeping in,
I reach for light
to avoid the dark.

Still I stay the course,
to keep myself right here,
writing these words.
And near the light.

Love grows over the years
as two souls
and hearts
become as one.

May your happiness and joy,
be part of your life forever.
As your hearts and souls
continue to beat as one.

fog gently settles
on the fields and city streets
ghouls move in shadows

the moon full this night
as the streets become scary
with the walking dead

keep careful watch now
if you venture out this night
of the living dead

If I were you
And you were me
What would I see
What would you see

Would you see
My love for you
Each day
Every minute of my life

Would you see me
My love as I see you
Each Day
Every minute of your life

Would we both see
My love the same view
Each day
And minute of our life

Future is clear
My love, with the same view
Each Day for life
I give my love to you

Watched the news today
News this day death lead story
Tears and prayers all souls

Mind traveling low in the weeds,
Watching out for low flying objects.
As I may perceive
Do not run with sharp objects during this phase they say.

Danger can be lurking as the mind is on a different wave.
I do try to remember.
But sometimes the action is faster from one side
Than the other of my brain

Then the place where your body seems to be.
How did I arrive at this state or is it state of mind,
An illusion or reality.

Standing to the side looking in on this view,
Of a life which while appearing surreal;
I feel it is quite real and nice.
So I think I will keep it for the rest of my life.