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
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…
Yesterday’s son was angry He longed for attention to take his mind away from his thoughts He oppressed others to make himself feel more real He needed control There is no control Not in this life A life that is temporary ~ Learning of more than himself yesterday’s son finds comfort in nothingness Reaching to…
As the smell of the highway permeates its way through the bus my mind drifts back to our sheets, and the feel of your silky white skin against my body. I begin to ponder all the beautiful pieces of the puzzle that create us. Your smile growing farther away with every mile, over every bridge,…
