Summer Sunrise

It's still so hot, humid, stifling. Light cracks through a dark blue sky. They call, announcing the day. Waking the warmth. A small breeze sets in, Imagine, it's the coolest part of the day! For a strong summer sun Rises over the water Setting all afire Waking the warmth.

Yesterday afternoon.

The wind blows thick, hot summer air, I sit and take it in, weak, in my chair. I look around,  I'm surrounded, By forest thick, lush, and green. I can help but wonder, What life will make of me.

His smileĀ 

See his smile, And the light fill the room. Lifting up hearts, minds, souls. Our purpose, Passion, What keeps us going, Can all be expressed, In one tiny, little smile.

It’s a trip.

Does my happiness bother you? I know that feeling. The ache. The fear. Not knowing if I'll ever be happy again, Not knowing if I'll overcome this crisis, or the next. Would you rather see my worst? See me tremble in pain? Hear my screams when I can't control my body? See me angry, despondent,... Continue Reading →


I've almost quit trying to understand my fellow man. It's hard to think as someone else when you don't really know yourself. You're open to evil, to hurt and betrayal, And you're unsure how to protect yourself; how to avoid the vitriol of life. But without pain there is no pleasure, without evil there is... Continue Reading →

Sweet Sweet Night

I've felt you since I was a child, That loneliness, and the solace in it. The dark drapes over me, softly, every night. I delight in my dreams, the possibilities... I wince in the anxiety. My favorite dance with you? The night I waited for my son to arrive. You haven't always been bad. You've... Continue Reading →


Breathe In and out, Calm me down. Breathe Softly sleeping, Stir my heart. Breathe Feel the heat, Get lost. Breathe Drift away, In yours arms.

The night begins in the swamp.

I hear the blast of a pistol, shooting at some creature unknown. The crickets don't flinch, they continue their song. The black has covered everything, trees dripping in sultry, sweet tar. An owl calls in the night. A fox screams in lonely fright. And the night begins in the swamp.

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There is no time for silly dreams, Don't you have everything you need? All of this laid here at your feet, My refrain is no matter, it mustn't repeat. For that would by the biggest chore To see this big world and want something more.

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