Horizon


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

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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

Isolated

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