When All You Love

When all you love is still the same, But somehow, not enough; When every path’s abandoned, each New friend, a new rebuff — When days stretch on like oceans, And the nights are heavy lade, And all you ever dreamed about Dissolves and starts to fade Then hope becomes a beacon you Must follow to … Continue reading "When All You Love"

Now every pathway seems the same…

Now every pathway seems the same, And choices vary not at all; The way of hope, the way of blame, The spring, the summer, winter, fall – They’re all one road. It’s all one thing. The path of tentative mistrust That each new footstep seems to bring Her in this world Of lies And dust

a hundred-weight of dreams

a hundred-weight of dreams inside a thousand-weight of fears; some scattered days of hope within and dozen months of tears — a dread that’s born of emptiness, a questioning of worth: a plague of such anxiety as rends the very earth. the colors of accomplishment, ineptitude, or both; the tearing sound that signifies both injury … Continue reading "a hundred-weight of dreams"

Interlace 1

I would defend your honor, if I could: There’s now a pressure on my eyes, That makes my vision blurry; And send benighted temper, with its hood, As lately, I would realize, It’s dangerous to scurry – To where it never bothers you again – As constantly, mortality Surrounds, and I’m aware: And be a … Continue reading "Interlace 1"


what is your truth? what have you seen when no one else was there to see? is there a lonely spot of road that's made from you or maybe me? you knew one in the wintertime when walls were painted with despair and no place that you went preferred to anywhere or everywhere what is … Continue reading "Token"

the trees shiver

i watched the trees shiver as spirits fled them; and i shivered - and my spirit left, as well

Room 108 Night

He awakened to a dull blanketing clamor Lights and shadows moved across the ceiling and walls, caused by passing cars and Nothing looked familiar around the room The smell of a cheap hotel, the towels, the pillows When he was driving all those hours and hours he thought – He thought, and kept thinking, at … Continue reading "Room 108 Night"


You think about it all the time, But never have you said The weight you carry in your heart, The words within your head — But in the morning, hard and gray, You’ve known these secret pains Then covered up the traces, All the bruises and the stains. To all the world you’ve shown a … Continue reading "Stains"