The times we live in seem so unsure. It's easy to lose hope. I remember growing up in the Reagan era, and the fear that swept the nation over nuclear was minimal but was there none the less. It wasn't even a new fear. It was revisited from the generation before, and the generation before…
Seeing the best in all things I often overlook the obvious While I stand howling at a paper moon The same paper she forms origami versions of my heart I’ve seen dancing under starlight The very temptress that draws my heart Formed from ink and flesh She smiles softly pulling me in with the motion…
Lying next to you So often We could be a thousand miles apart and never touch each other While making love My fingers walk the contour of you body Slowly Slower Softly Tickling your aura Touching your soul but still keeping at arms length Protecting my heart While I wait in anticipation to taste you…
Rain Falling hard Cold Pure Alive My soul My soul cries out To you You Alive Pure Cold You are so cold Your soul Empty So empty Your soul cries out to me to my soul I can not hear you I don’t want to hear you I won’t hear you Anymore Our connection is…
I said goodbye to her again Again So many times we’ve said goodbye So many times she’s broken my heart Never my spirit I said goodbye to her again today My final goodbye The road I travel is paved with adventure Riding on dreams Like drifting my longboard down a steep hill Her road leads…
It’s my feeling that we are all recovering souls in one way or another. It’s fair to say that we all have some sort of addiction, and many of us feel broken in one way or another. I know I have felt that way a good portion of my life. Anymore I’ve finally figured out…
On the edge of my bed she sits waiting for the sun to rise My favorite shirt hangs from her like a dress It’s the only thing she’s wearing I hear her singing “Blue Jeans” by Lana Del Rey under her breath “I will love you til the end of time…” As the morning light…
There is something familiar about her Her smell Her touch Having her lying next to me Her lips Her breath The way she moves So automatic to my touch So obedient to my words I push forward to hold her She pushes back with lust We dance to the sounds of our own passion There…
Motionless I lay silently on the floor as she played piano across the room Note by note a stream of endless daydreams pass as if my mind were a kaleidoscope, and the memory of another woman was the shattered glass inside The music stops with a sudden crash as though she read my thoughts and…
She didn’t come from the streets She was born free in the desert heat A motherless child She stands close to an edge unseen by most I see it I see you She gives herself away time after time Looking for something real Looking for love Looking for… Someone She falls apart She crawls home…
