Sometimes Sometimes I don’t think I’ve thought this thing through I think I’m over my head In too deep Sometimes Sometimes I’m afraid of where this is going I can’t see beyond my fears Faceless demons Sometimes Sometimes I look into your eyes I see your smile and I know that’s all I need All…
Confusion swirls in me like cesspools Blocking the natural flow of me Not letting me be Looking deep inside for somewhere I belong Do I belong here? Why can’t I get lost inside the comfort of my own soul There is no rest… for the wicked Thanks Ozzy…
I hope you never doubt the truth of us Spinning in circles in love Dumb to possibilities unknown to everyone Hanging from chandlers swinging Overjoyed in the frame captured on the lens of fate Dancing to music that only we hear Next to the ocean On the beach Wind blowing Holding my hand Kissing my…
I appreciate all the email, texts, calls, instamessages, tweets, and all the other methods you use to connect with me. I’m touched that so many people are concerned that I haven’t been writing as much. So what’s up? I’ve been in the process of moving into a new house. I’m still working at Certa Seal,…
The right decision never seems to come to me My words My thoughts Hurt everyone I love Everyone I know It feels like no one in the world is listening I feel like Shit Everything I think Everything I believe Everything I want All of it seems out of reach sometimes The only thing that…
My walls are crumbling I follow directions in my head that I can’t remember They always lead me to you Always
Neurons firing My brain focused on you My drug of choice Fixed on a notion of happiness I dive into a swamp of emotion surrounded by dreams Seeing only you in my minds eye I fall out of bed reaching for you You aren’t here I’m Not There I fall out of line I fall…
I’ve watched fragments of my heart fall like shooting stars Streaking across the horizon as I fall asleep alone under a moonless sky Waking in your arms next to crashing ocean waves my heart has found its home The great Pacific cleansing my path as your healing hands reassemble the pieces Like seashells we’ve collected…
I was abruptly awaken from a heavy sleep Out of my slumber passed dreams like a passing train As I dreamed I was back on Sullivan Street Walking creek side with Jimmy Sitting in the library with Ed Raising Hell in Sunday school Bruising our kness As well as our hearts ~ The phone ringing…
if you’re a Buddhist, or if you follow Buddhist philosophy then you probably believe that life is temporary. It’s a concept you can argue, but it’s valid none the less. Even as you’re reading these words the world is spinning all around you, and you are a few seconds older. I’d like to share something…
