Overnight,
everything can change
Overnight,
hearts can break
Overnight,
lies can be told
Overnight,
a story can be changed
Overnight,
a fairy tale can go dark.

Make sense of this please
when does the earth stop spinning?

Raise the dial a few degrees
let the old time keep spending

Low down and the throat grows cold
Lost nobility slowly sifting

Toes curl for impact in the rows
Brown bagged and stunning

Slow roll and dig another hole
No love lost inside this room

Cold steel and a mind slowly folds
Watch the confines come into bloom

Grow new molds for the choke
Isolate this profound confusion
Pick the crows off weary bones

Someday
we
can
create

I say goodnight you revamped insanity

I leave the best for you

Take the stones and start throwing
Hate is fuel for something true

Nobody knows where the conclusion lies

Best we just keep running

Slow motion makes more sense when fast forward keeps confusing

Pull grime from the bristle

Go ahead and brush away your grinning

Someday it's all going to make sense....

Another day falling
from the crack of yesterday,

a patch of pearl
burning in the amber west
flaring up heaven
firing me up
in the pains of solitude
and poetry.

Home beckons through a dark way
where hope breathes eternal
as lanterns of moonlit leaves.

I won't mourn the loss
but fill all the void
with paper and ink.

I watched her dance across the empty floor for no reason just her own simple pleasures  and to simply show she was alive .
The music loomed heavy and she flowed with it a lover lost in its power.
Often we find solace in moments others dare not to intrude .

I said nothing just stood a viewer to this scene .
A fly to the wall with a ever fading drink.
She made me forget as she seemed to forget all as well.

I thought of the ocean and my times long since past .
The nights I sat by the seawall and viewed the ships like ghosts silent anchored off shore..

Friends whom no longer breathed life and painted my thoughts with stories .
She made me recall how being alone truly felt .

The music faded she was no longer there.

It was the close of a Saturday night  my dreams had long since died .

Maybe we are all fools for trying when the deck is stacked against us.
Letting the time pass and are bodies go.

But then sometimes when in the moment with that music
you just have to allow yourself to flow.

I never could recall her name the dream never allows you the grace of
understanding.
For once I slept well through the night .
A vision of my desires kept me warm.

As the sunrise and reality soon brought me back.
One day I did hope it would  
just allow me to go.

In a city
In a room
With no thing
Save a rescued
Chair
There’s
A windowpane view
Without reflection
To the streets
Below

Sits
A man without
Purpose
With Determination
Broken
By

A Notion

You see
He thought himself
Conspicuously unusable
Sentenced
To Be

Some detached observer
Surfeited with suffering
Posing
What
Could be
Apart
From the pain

One more minute, one last smile,
Eyes on fire, heart on trial,
On the road and lost at sea,
A slow dance of complacency,
Burning embers, thaw and melt,
Still couldn’t tell you how I felt,
Dressed a mess in borrowed blue,
And all I did was think of you,
Faded flowers, lunar eclipse,
Warning shots from tired lips,
I fell apart, got lost and hid,
I tried. I swear to God I did,
But all in all we all forgot,
Here I come, ready for naught,
Too far to hear, too big to fail,
Let unrequited love prevail,
As I become more lost than gone,
Listening for an unplayed song,
From the only voice I ever heard,
One more second, one last word.