Saturday, September 27, 2014


A butterfly flutters by
As water cartwheels 
In the stone garden

Yellow flowers sway
And purple leaves twirl
As if hypnotized

They are dancing to the rhythm 
Of the waterfall on the rocks
To the music of life

Birds I cannot name
Chirp "Good morning!"
Like old friends

Walkers and runners, all strangers
Here to find themselves
Or lose themselves

I'm happily ignored
In the camaraderie of solitary souls
Here I belong

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Bored (aka Routine)

Stuck in my prison
Well fed, too comfortable
I don't want to stay
I don't want to leave

I'd spread my wings
Take off my shackles
And take flight
But where to?

I have no destination
Nowhere to go
I have no inspiration
No reason to go

With walls of uncertainty
Locks of the unknown
I'm condemned by fear
To the gallows of boredom

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Singing in the rain

Windshield wipers wipe my worries away
As I drive through the rain
The fog outside clears my mind
And I sing away my pain

You make me wanna smile
Laugh until my cheeks hurt
You make me wanna cry
Raindrops will hide my tears

Each flash of lightning
Remembers another picture
Each blow of thunder
Then makes me forget

You make me wanna sing
You make me feel alive
Don't care what people think
I'm no longer gonna hide

A drizzle will not do
Give me a rain storm
So I can wash away my world
And slowly dissolve

Sunday, September 14, 2014


There are few books that make you cry.
The ones that do are the best there are.
Just words, mere marks on wood pulp.
How can they make me feel so much
More than reality ever did?

Saturday, September 06, 2014

The window

An eagle glides past my window
Soaring so calmly
As I type away frantically
My mind wired up on coffee

I chase the deadline
As he chases the horizon
Neither one knows why
Only that each must

He flies on
Not a care in the world
I type on
Unaware of the world

He passes so close to me
His majesty begging me to stop
To look around and breathe in the beauty
And breathe out the stress

From inside a turbulent glass bowl
I look out into the calm sky infinite
Then float to sleep in my little quiet pond
Dreaming of the wild ocean unattainable