For Bernie

Sometimes even the good people 
amongst us compromise to serve 
what they believe to be 
the greater good. 

Morning of the Red Sun

I woke and looked out my window
only to be greeted by a glowing red sun
hanging pendulous in the sky.
Ashen sky, an unusual gray clouding
a summer dawn. Are the far off hills
ablaze? Have we entered a long-feared time?
How did the Egyptians interpret
Joseph's dreams?

Past Life Eyes

Complacency is a self-inflicted disease. 

Watch Her Walk

toddling around the living room

bright blue ball in her small hands 
she throws it   watches it bounce
across the room    throwing her hands
in the air     emits a cry of pure joy
i can't resist the emerging smile 
so I let my face wear it and laugh

Romancing Myth

resurrect me now

believe reincarnation

many lives to go

One Path

Wake up and drink your coffee

Go to work

Drink more coffee

Amble through the day

Take a break and eat your lunch

Wait for the afternoon to pass

Count down the clock's face

Get in your car

Drive home with everyone

Get home

Crack open a beer

Sit down and wonder

about it all again

Ikey

Hey friend

I was thinking about you

I was thinking about

seeing you perform

for the first time

I was thinking about

the times we talked music

I was thinking about

the time you asked

for a ride home

It's a strange life

where people like you

can be gone so quickly

I know many others

knew you far better

but I still felt your loss

Wherever you are

wherever somewhere

may be

know there are many

of us here

still thinking of you

Against the Tide

Days of uncertainty

Nights of disbelief

Caught in the tides

   of struggle

Thrashing

    fighting

       for air

What choices

               are left

                    to make

Catacombs

Mistakes
    Missteps 
Foolishness
       
Seasons of our youth

The heart as both protagonist

and antagonist

What more could we say

                   to each other

after a night

of dog-sitting

                      and revelations

Gray Mornings

I can't write
much less think
of what way
I can articulate
what I need to say

The frustration
the anger
the disgust
with our times
is one that mounts
with each passing day

I want to go to sleep
I want to turn a blind eye
yet I can't
so I am agitated
and unable to sleep

In this morning light
all I can see are
the gray shadows
of morning

AMERICA 2016

FRAYED 

PSYCHIC 

THREADS

End Times

Awake and shaking
Trapped and conscious 
Hours upon hours
Static and unnerving
Final sentence
Time diminishing
by the passing grain
To wake and sleep
and return to this again

Will you let this love survive?

If everything is free
then nothing is for sale

Eternal Season

Time is capable of passing us with hardly a thought
as body and mind enter the state of slow decay.

Have you seen a toothless skull in a cemetery
resting in the dirt, utterly forgotten?

This moment is a moment of blooming 
before the withering winters 

consume us.