I owe you nothing. Well. As I remember it we have what’s called a stalemate. Zero is the pot. Lady lucks hands are empty tonight. As I recall, there is nothing spent so, nothing shall be made. I owe you nothing. Nothing is always… Continue Reading “LEAD WEIGHTS”
A hungry stomach that food won’t fill Smiles with-out teeth and always going uphill Does the sun come out with the shades always closed Glass is very empty there’s never a half full Blank walls a staring, no stories to be told Come closer… Continue Reading “Empty”
December 1st Warm and muggy rain Night-light on the house Shines on fading blooms Of pinkish hues Death comes soon And the bloom is no more
A gull flew over and with a feather, dropped a note on a little boat. It said: “Dear Sailor, the oars are filthy on that little dingy, not even the surf can clean up that dirt. You left your mast up and overstressed the… Continue Reading “Stuck on a Boat”
Some days all you have is a view of the trees at sunset or sunrise. The rest of the day is filled with sickness and broken sleep maybe some food in between. But everyday the trees breathe. As do we. The lucky ones I… Continue Reading “Trees”
Stuck in between the afterlife and the living. Such a place to be.
At the bottom of my glass Swamp blues and a one man band. Bunker Brew, Virginia Beach, USA
Beautiful Scarborough Peaceful in the spring Castles and history are found Sweet memories are made May 2018 Scarborough, UK.
Visions of what you once were. So many months and now a sickly shadow. You take responsibility for letting yourself go. My hands were in the pot too, I say I didn’t know. You can’t hear what I say, When you get this way.… Continue Reading “Who Are You”
I haven’t really written in a while or had any motivation to do so. I hope that’s how creativity is. It comes and goes like a mood or the tides in and out. Usually it’s just because I am unsettled in my life and… Continue Reading “Check In”
Running away, Or running free? I never know which it will be. Vanishing city or a trick of the eye? Chasing the fog. Chasing a lie. We are all scared. The sway has been lost. There’s no return trip but we are still charged… Continue Reading “Vanishing City”