Saturday, January 9, 2016

Shattered Records

We are the product of our own fears
they play like a broken record

Round, round, round

Can you really know someone?

Do you know me?

I've been shattered by someone else's record
now my record is a scream in the night

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Puppy Love

Puppy love

A puppy is a little soul
a trusting little soul

He romps and plays
spending his days
in love

He loves you, he loves me
he loves the side of his favorite tree

Doggie houses, doggie wishes
doggie treats, doggie life

Puppies love without condition
puppies love without fear

Doggie hearts can be broken
little doggies every where

Be kind to doggie hearts
innocent and dear

When your own heart is broken
your little pup will hear

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Someone I love

I've been a ship
sailing through a sea of turbulence
tossed about with no mooring, no anchor
Then we met
there was laughter
there were deep discussions about life, love, foolishness
we named all of our flaws and weaknesses, laughing at our cleverness
laughing away sadness
I set my heart on you
Now you say I've been unfaithful
It hurts so much
I don't know what to do
That anchor is breaking apart and I hear nothing but silence
No recourse, no remorse
no love
Only tears that are flowing
and a breaking heart

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Spinning, flying, dreaming

Spin through the air

feet flying

a doll in the wind

checkered vortex and stars await me

as I run into the shadows

Inky places

Rushing at me

as the pebble rolls

spinning sidewalk

Zooming cars

Zip everything up and put it in my pocket.

I reach out to grasp

the dragonflies tail

it is hovering

if I could grasp it

it would fly me past the slow motion movie

upon a screen

reclining against the boulder

a man

sipping languidly

from a bottle of dew

watching the water

roll past his feet.

My Soul

If I could
I would write my spirit out into the world,
past these corporal bonds,
the shadows of self doubt.
I would be upheld,
a phantom,
peering out of the golden hued clouds,
gliding this way and that
with the wave of my arm.

My company would be
rocky outcroppings of mountain peaks and valleys;
luscious greenery and fine yellow wild flowers.
My hair, spread behind me as golden beams of light.


A purple heart


bruised but not broken

Royalty cloaked

as a begger


Stare, if you must

blind eyes cannot see

past the darkness of ignorance.