Saturday, December 11, 2010

Depths of Simplicity

In the realm
of my vast


I find
a simple
to curse

labored pains

to infinity

I embrace

of simplicity

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Fall's Symphony

The passionate rush
of a vigorous breeze

Inspires the orchestra's
windswept trees

Nature's maestro
conducts a fine piece

Admired from

mezzanine seats

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


What grace is gained from angry debt?
Thinking you're owed for past regret
Get over yourself; you're not alone
It's time to quiet that pity-pot moan

Some of us triumphed over pain's past
Whilst others need blood to make misery last
Bleeding remorse; no longer my due--
I finally get stitches, in honor of you

Friday, October 8, 2010


Your love is
the invigorating
of a salty spray

I stand as stoic rocks
and succumb
to its rushing

A relentless shower;
pounding away
the rough edges

of my heart

Friday, October 1, 2010

Walking on Eggs

In a world of catch phrases, cliche, or just plain-old infinite wisdom of the generations that precede us; I find myself living (and slowly dying) in that infamous adage-- 'walking on eggs'.

Who the heck made up that one anyway?
You cannot walk on eggs...not even the hard-boiled ones. You'd roll right off them suckers and break your neck.

Yet this is where I've found my feet-- as of late.
I walked on those eggs until the shells slashed them wide open.. gushing enough emotional blood to render me incapable of walking altogether.

So here I sit; feet off the floor, in my guilt-padded / shell-armored, wheelchair.
I'm going to try to roll over these deceptively-fragile eggs more bloody feet for me.

Ahhh, but I forget about those flowing salty tears, that rust up the bearings on my wheels.

Now I am stuck; frozen in a chair with a plethora of razor-like remains under my rusted shell-crusher.
I dare not get up; the wounds have not healed and I will bleed once more.
Maybe this is my fate. I could not have asked for a more pitiful demise.

Dying at the hands of what a chicken popped out of its ass.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

This Fine Day

makes me
how different


I wish today
could last


so I would
not have to
wait until



this fine day

Monday, September 13, 2010

Look Not

Look not; for me to shed any more tears
Nary one left, from those waterfall years
Instead I evoke past's love in my heart
Treasured emotions that did not depart

Lucky am I to have loved one so deep
Fortunate still, that you visit my sleep
Dreams that allow me to keep you engraved
Ever so grateful your love has been saved

Friday, September 10, 2010

Quiet Wealth

The vast sea enfolds me
cocooning wealth of mind
Encased in salty treasures
alone's fortune; do I find

My solitude of lexis
bespeaks abundant word

Prosperity at it's finest
riches much preferred

I steal from it's abundance
a bounty paid in verse
A priceless compensation
quenching quiet thirst

Wednesday, June 9, 2010


The twilight glistens hallowed walls
Whilst echoes whisper barren halls
I beckon cries through lonely wrath
Unanswered; on this shackled path

A self-imposed imprisoned rage
Secured inside life's darkened cage
I yearn to bask that light beyond
And free my soul; this tortured bond

Monday, May 24, 2010

Taking Care of Family

Stocks, bonds,
and CD's

for my family

A love that grows
with dividends
praying that it never ends

Security and peace
of mind

should I die
from this old grind

I'll leave them
with a brand new start

Love's monetary

piece of heart

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Inside Lane

Lines of wisdom follow
furrowed brow trails
to crossroads of pain

and intersections of loss

Squinting-squishy eyes
of babies crow feet laughter

Routing whincing pains of joy
to gratefulness etched

Streets of glowing creases
behind pretentious fast smiles
for lights dimming outside

Forging crinkled paths
back to inside's road

traveled not long ago

Highway twenty five

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


Ghastly gray: this winter's death
awash in reaper's sweat
Dreary days of thundered rage
defiant of its debt

Gusts of wrath through final hours
wake penance for regret
Tears atone its stormy life
to April's silhouette

Monday, February 8, 2010

Wide Awake

Memories of past's future
exposing foretold pains
Revisited in a theatre
of drama penned for gains

The peace within is strived for
a promise not fullfilled
From misery vaulted forward
enduring and instilled

Scripting; prods pain's monster
just waiting to be revived
Its miserable existence
again, to be survived

Tears embedded deeply
erupt from writing's quake
Pain's slumber finally over
now screaming wide-awake

Friday, January 15, 2010


Winter's leash; anchors home
Open water stands alone
Missing me, not knowing why
Lashing back its salty cry

Frost-encrusted docks weep ice
Arctic tears for season's price
Vessels wrapped; no longer free
Dry-dock chains that tether me

Thursday, January 7, 2010


I shed the night
of the longest day
as strands
of darkness

in clumps
of matted remorse