We gazed out at the skyline

As sunset encompassed us

The words on the tips of our tongues

Were like

The night sky

Full of the promise of glimmering stars

Attempting to kiss the fading light

A hopeful improbability

An intimate shyness

Like her hand brushing mine

A brief quickening of pulse

That paints the sky 

In vivid shades of longing

Only to quietly slip into the gloamimg

She licks her lips and like a mystery says

And you have been driving

Game of Chance

I’m asking questions

To be or not to be

These thoughts are coming faster

Flashes of the past are blinding me
Take these dice and roll them

Let them tell me who I am

Let the wandering numbers decide

Because I can’t
Not a modicum of moderation

Always leaping to extremes

I am through the looking glass

Caught between the nightmare

And the dream
With every reflection

I can’t stand the me in the past

Yet I detest this self pity

I desperately wish to shatter the glass
Only to realize

The futility

Because the past

Is what has created me
I will take to my grave

The secrets that I keep

I won’t reveal the truth

Yet I betray myself with every word I speak
My shadow is growing longer

As the sun sets on the elapsed

My form is growing stronger

As the dice are cast
Life is like a storm

Fate and destiny mean so little

Control is an illusion

In the face of the unpredictable
There are rainbows unexpected

Some days only threaten rain

But all we can do is cling to who we are

When they become a hurricane

I’m asking questions

To be or not to be

These thoughts are coming faster

They are slowly killing me

A living death

Where I have no control

Take these dice and let them roll

Decide who I am

Because I can’t

The Story

There is s place for me at this table

Something I never thought that I could earn again

With my lost years

And the pain I unleashed with no shame

I have found

That we live our lives with the hands we’re dealt

And all the struggle

All the battles

Everything we’ve felt

Evading and obeying the rules

Hardly changes the game

The true belief that I am worthy

The self loathing dichotomy

Never changes my name

But this is a tarot deck

As I try to predict

What chaotic action

I will take next

I have no poker face

Only passion

As I feel the draw of those who care

I pull away


By destruction

By creation

By the love that encompasses me

And the resentment

That comes through too clear

Whispers I can only hear

That must never be spoken

This is a story

With no plot

No ending

But I remain

And all I can do is watch

As it plays out

Mourners of the Fleeting

There is a certain kind of hysteria

A quiet kind of lunacy

Of those who cannot who take the road less traveled

But instead get lost amongst the trees
They seize innocence

Like a creature with wings

Only to caress

To embrace

To feed
Obsession that leads

To inivitable death

Of the very thing they smothered

In an effort to be free
We are mourners

Who attend the funerals

Of the fleeting

To see the wonder

And chase the fairies

Yet with each starry night

We feel the entropy
So often we’re a footnote tragedy

But like a shooting star

There is the rarity
Who leaves awe and loveliness

In a realm where they were never meant to be
They are beautiful fools

They are willful naiveté

They are a mere glimpse

Of breathtaking possibility
They are the magicians who teach us to believe

They are the rebels 

I can only hope to be
So here is to the music makers

And here is to the dreamers of the dreams


My world is changing

It is growing

The tears I spill

My smile

My grin

My delight

My melancholy

Every breath

Is more

You came to me

As I slept

So radiant

With the silver streaks 

In your hair

That I inherited

You spoke no words

But I could feel you



And when I looked

Into those eyes

Your eyes

My heart was full

Because that look spoke volumes


Live for those you love

Live for your dreams to come true

It’s going to be beautiful, kid


I can hear the ticking

I can feel the seconds

As before my eyes they collect

Heart beats that combine

To form a story

A coming of age


A kaleidoscope of change

Think of me what you will

Hold a grudge and dwell

No one will even notice

That you are holding still

Because a passing moment

Is only sleight of hand

A trick of time

And no one is going to be

The antagonist of my story

If change is the only


Then I will take this paradox

And erase the inscription

That you have tried to carve

Into me

You can continue on this

Well beaten path

But you’ll discover

That I will be your biggest mistake

As you pace

I erase

And fill in the blanks

With every word

With every heart

With every person

That revels

In the pain

The beauty

The rage

The change