Observations of a Wallflower
I sit and I ponder many things while I sip my glass of Pinot and stare out the window of this quaint cafe’. I love this place, this little street of eclectic…
A Blue Ridge Memory
The shadow races across the blue ridge Sitting on the stone wall, lost in each other Not a care in the world for that moment As the sun cast it’s shadow Little…
The Coward
The coward runs so far away Yet never really leaving He rants and raves and calls her names The proof he is still grieving Denial comes in many forms For him…
People Watching
People are an interesting lot. As I sit here, enjoying a glass of Pinot for the first time in twenty-six years, I reminisce over all the years gone by. I…
For Rent- Small Space in the Back of My Mind
This space will do nicely. It is a bit cramped in spots, but over here will work. Yes, I believe I will settle down right here and live for as long as I can…
Life goes on
The next morning at breakfast, she went over all the days chores that needed to be done. “you can ride to school today, take Jester. But you come straight…
Christina Ricci
Behave, but its better to never obey, Detour, delay, Christina Ricci, my 8 yr. old self wanted Wednesday Way back in the day, hey, I had Peachy facial hair and…
Staggering
Hunger consumes this wasted body A man of skin stretched o’er his bones Food becomes ash with each bite taken Yet onward play the drones Poisonous sip - no…
Self- Distruction (repost)
Rest Calmly you say Every thought a haunting Leaving an emptiness so deep Now oceans apart Seeking what we must Ever Apart for the best Yet love still lingers…
The Warning
If ever I am subject to those notes again I swear I’ll dig your heart out with my fav’rite pen I’ll place it on the table, staining every page Until it’s…
Happy to be Absent
I’ve always loved to listen in And never seen it as a sin The words so lovely echo ‘round I smile at the sound Events are meant for invitees And often I’ve…
Effigy
Why does the writer mourn? His hands and pen doth make no mark His mind is shadowed in the dark Demeanor thus forlorn, Why does the writer mourn? Why does the…
Not Yet
Morning found me drunk with sleep, head spinning with exhaustion It crept beneath my eyelids, peering in with little caution And pushing them awake divorced my…
Life is but a Flicker
Life is but a flicker From one moment to the next Never mind if slower, quicker Life is but a flicker Sparks abruptly at the start Ends in ways no one expects…
Sleep, Where Art Thou
Sitting here, in my bed So many thoughts fill my head One o’clock, two o’clock, three o’clock I just keep counting thru the flock My head it aches from lack of…
Dedication
Though my fame may wax and wane And though my head grow hoary I will never remain satisfied To bask in former glory
Cash flow....not
Would it not be wonderful Getting paid for what I write A dream of many I am told And doubtful that I might If I could get a little cash For all the time I…
The Poet
Alone he sits at his fated task Deep in thought, behind his mask Pen in hand and paper steady To bleed his passion at the ready Quill and Ink and words a…
Stone
Pillars stretching upward toward a ceiling as a sky Worlds apart, the traveler will use them all to fly Not through air, nor crossing land, but waiting for the…
Never Standing Still
Purpose often staggers ‘gainst its own increasing weight What motion once was confident, now cause to hesitate Beware the goal’s corrupting of life’s set…