Confusion abounds as thoughts run wild,
The oldest adult is reduced to a child.
Time stands still or moves in sliding slow motion,
All meaning seems lost in the depths of an ocean.
Sounds echo back or are lost in a wail,
As terror reigns and fears prevail.
Crashing and slashing the noise cuts through
As soft men in white bend over you.
Soon they are gone and the night swallows all,
But the memory of it we will always recall.

Soon,
we will all be
the shades of memories.
as a new generation arise
to sail across this sea of life.

We'll leave behind
pieces of ourselves in our kin,
the lessons we learn
and the tools that are always within reach.
until the time comes for them
to pass the helm to another
who will face the future.

I wish I weren’t a poet
With words mumbling in my head
I want some peace and quiet
Need my mind to think it’s dead

When I can find distractions
They never last for long
The words keep coming back
Asking, “What the hell is wrong?

We’re here inside your head
Why not put us to good use?
Isn’t that what poets do?
Do you have a good excuse?”

But for now I need a break
And am doubting it’s a crime
To wish I weren’t a poet
Right at this moment in time!

 SICUT EST
 
Let my words whisper my thoughts,
 and let my sighs be silent
 never to betray my heart,
 there are walls that are built
 that cannot be broken;
feelings that are thought
not to be spoken
may this journey quickly
find its way to its end
and release me from all knowing,
I am taken by the wind
 and like a feather
slave to its direction

I hear what you say
Listen to me
But do I hear what you mean

For everyone is different
In what they hear and see
So when you hear what someone says
listen very close

How they say it
Why they say it
and when they say it most

Because what they say can mean several things
You may not change a word
But it can be completely different
just the way it's heard

Listen to me

snow falls
ash white
sombre and brave
colds crunch
beneath the shoes
Lashs tinted frost

am I brave
staying
am I wrong
craving

"Find a way to say Id be there...waiting for..."
Chili Peppers song..

the burn is closer
to the bone
No narcotic
no drink suffuses
it now
Haphazard Happiness

dreamers glaze in
given up gaze
always gonna be
a thousand yards
distance
always the wide angle
sepia show

Snow Blind

Life is a feeble thing
I find myself contemplating the brevity
I find myself considering the fragility
Choices are made daily
And we hope that they are right
What kind of brokenness is this
That one would so love a life
And then see it given to strife
The struggles are more than skin deep
There is a wrestling soul deep within
Some sort of a battle that’s timeless
Transcending generations of kin
The sins of the father among us
But that is not all that there is
In pursuits of light we can conquer

Remember me like the sun
That rises in a distance,
Like a paint of gold that spills
All over the dark sheet of the night,
Like the fleeting clouds
In a world still and unchanging.

Remember me like waking
From a slumber,
Unable to recall a sweet dream,
Like a beautiful house
In time abandoned and forgotten.

Sometimes life will slam you.
One day it will pass
Don't be a coward
Don't hide in a corner
and sit on your ass.

It's not how hard you can hit
It's how hard you can get hit
When life tries to slam you
Don't take any shit.

Stand up be a man
Show life you can slam back
You know that you can.

Don't be a coward
Listen to me
Show life who you are
and then you'll be free