~One Cup~…Lazy rocking in the arvo / Smell the hay freshly mowed
Lost desire in the Silence…nothing more than faded dreams and lost desire.
Conjoined …and when the world seeks a moment of silence / i’ll be there, uttering my last word / the darkness overpowering my soul; / who are we…
the art of being human.…Smooth and understated / Overcompensated with the idea of / Bad decisions and the / Bad things that happen to good people / While the world…
we lift up chins…We run, we sprint / With no eyes to see / Where the road ends / And drops off into eternity
Poetry.…Poetry / poh-i-tree / Noun- the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or eleva…
the quiet fish (in dark gold)…the tip of your thirsty lip awakens poetry
like gold, falling from my ceiling.…It stops, / i hold my breath / i close my eyes.
EAGLES …formed
Waking Up Emma…For breakfast she takes lithium with apple jacks, and I am always hoping that the shape of her mind will change into smoother places
Remember Me…Do you remember me? / The boy with the sad turquoise eyes
Mother Sea…I am broken: and so are we. Deep down in the depths, drowned in mother sea.
The Sky…The sky was darker than dark could ever hope to be, / But in it’s depths a thousand stars flared and burned and raced from here to et…
The Rhythm Of Life…It starts with the heart / With that first breath of air / With the blood in your veins / And the smile that you wear
Moving Day…sifting through stacks / and cardboard boxes / I found a picture / of the tree our family planted / when my brother died
Wet Sand and Thoughts like dying Stars…I find myself trailing my feet in the wet sand / not knowing who i am or who i want to be.
January is Long Gone…….Your eyes told me a story, / As your voice lulled me to sleep…
wait for me……you keep your memories in the back of your mind / you seem to take them out at all the wrong times…