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…
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…
I watch as you slowly brush your lips with your tongue removing what was left of the red wine I envy every sip you take from your glass Watching your eyes catch fire, and losing my senses wondering when my flesh would feel yours pressed against it Soft and delicate Like a dream caught in…
My faith in you, and your words doesn’t exist You call me friend, and treat me like a fool Your heart is as dark as 3 AM on a night when there isn’t a moon, roaming the darkest room of a house, lying on the floor in the back of the filthiest closet, and hiding…
Across the field I watch the fog setting in As the sun sets in a magical haze of red Much like our hearts dancing in a field of daisies As I look deep into th blue eyes that found me ~ I see the photo of you hanging from the pin on my wall Your…
Slow and steady Outside of my window The traffic roars a lonesome call ~ Soft and quiet Tapping at my window The rain falls like tears from heaven ~ Long drawn out breaths The clock pounding like a gong Reminding me you aren’t here ~ Far and away I hear your words They ring like…
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,…
She showed up early, by her standards, but the truth is she’s always late. It’s not that she doesn’t try, or that she doesn’t value your time, she just gets distracted. She’s normal, as herself, but what is normal? Here she is though, on time by her standards, showing up with a half full bottle…
