that's her rocking chair
singing goodnight lullabys
to that creaking sound

lovely lightning strike
struck inside my boney ribs
scarred me forever

embers die
yesterday's dreams lie
inside her sweet kiss goodbye

windless hill
frosted window sill
living still

stitchless seams
broken wooden beams
sunken dreams

fly away
watching birds sing
rainy days

river crossed
to another side
with new views

life's headwind
again then again
never ends

silver skies
reflect in her eyes
golden lies

I float these wild tides
drifting across great divides
finding peace inside

soaring on the astro plain
living in that endless dream again
colors masking earthly pain

milk them dry
send them home to die
one big lie

watching the end leave
taking warming light along
to new beginnings

no line for dim sum
it is always out the door
thank you super bowl

someone explain
changes in everything  
yet stars remain

evening pastels
melt behind darkened mountains
arctic winters eve

voices echo
down ancient hallways
once alive

feel the cold
dark stares of winter
closing in

tears flow into streams
feeding vast salty oceans
one drop at a time

that right fork took
led to yet another
endless choice made

sometimes a faint voice
sweet whispers of the past
echo in your heart

he lays at my feet
both tucked under warm fur
winds howling his name

whipping winds today
lashes of complete fury
trees bending the knee

If you are no saint
marry one

lives inside closed minds
oblivious eyes opened wide
mental suicide

This is the devils' playground
His greatest trick can never be found
But take a look around

in almost every way
I attempt to stay above the fray
but we all have days
when that quiet place
is just anther rat race

TV dinner and a box of wine
Johnny Carson reruns on channel  nine
Standing in a supermarket checkout line

history echoes
whispers ignorance ignores
destined to repeat

What do you fear
On quiet sleepless nights
Is it the not knowing
What lies ahead
or
what lays behind
Do you toss and turn
with uncertainty

Of a measure to come
that you will be found wanting
Or to not be weighed at all
and all this tossing and turning
was for nothing big or small

some say live in the present
but as soon as I do
it becomes the past
and I have to start all over again

cut millions of trees
for a brand new solar farm
saving the planet

watching water flow
consciousness streams along
then a leaf floats by

soft and warm
my cashmere sweater
she keeps me

between shifting clouds
clear blue skies tease their surprise
sunny days ahead

gentle breeze
leaves lazily wave
fair weather fans

foot steps in the sand
washed away in rolling seas
faded memories

shifting grey shadows
ominous morning looms low
troubles to follow

ills accumulate
unwanted thought barnacles
attach to conscious
clinging on imperfections
that were never scrubbed away

Sunday shoes
only ***** soles
need cleansing

humans love clean starts
freshly laundered Sunday suites
before Mondays' grime

divide with labels
knowing nothing is the same
they control the game

avatars
inside a matrix
be Neo

change your mind
and
your *** will follow