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Now what?

When wake up I think of you, I ask you what I should do, go through my day asking if this is how my life should be… At night when we are alone I wonder if you are waiting for me to make the next move. Oh how I wonder […]


  Tiny drops of rain falling upon my head, thunder the rhythm to my dance. Alone I look up to the sky, wondering why these fears keep me down when there’s so much for me to look forward to…


I take the notion to follow where the road may lead no matter how long it takes, radio in the background as I journey down a road that takes me away from all I have ever known. Could you ever imagine, take the moment to understand, that what you are […]

Cloudy Days to Remember

Cloudy Days to Remember…. This is a collection of poetry I wrote years ago… ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣ Where is that time, that memory of a place so long away, I wish it could be more than fragments of detail… I was so young that place I lost my innocence I want to […]


Waking up to the sunrise, dreams fading and alarm rings by my head, I find the messages from you in my junk box. It’s been so many years, where have you been, I didn’t mean to end the way I did that night. waking up alone, all of these mornings, […]


Once I knew so much, dreaming so much, but life became so much more than I could contain. Shattered am I, fractured and afraid, things broken like a mirror in a million pieces.  


Turn around another corner of your mind, gravitate towards the impossible life. Beams of light, through green curtains, filtered as life through lies we’re told. Constant is the sound of rain, thunder the bass to life and rain the cleansing of the things that crowd my head. I cannot take […]

Forgotten Dreams

Setting sun, times have faded like memories… fire growing dim as dreams dwindle away…. what started out so long ago as a hope so cherished but now it’s broke…. Good night longing I wish you had remained, dreams dreamt then forgotten as time took it’s toll…  

Time had…

Looking back over the years, time like pages in a photo book, I linger here and there the memories come as I browse the history of me. I wish I could recall your names, so many people met, but I do not and I hope you are well… just because […]

Driftwood #5230

I remember when, before things changed, the way it was will never be again. I wish I could go back, change the outcome, have things remain the way they were… But it’s too late, time marches on… I could say these words tell you what you mean to me but […]

When it does….

Hello morning I have found you again, here I am in the same place singing the same song dreaming of one day… Dreams I sing about to no one but me, waiting for the time to come when I will sing for you a song of love… Good to see […]


Saw you from so far away, counted my breath, holding it all in I pretend not to care… Could you ever love me, do you know how? Do I know myself? What is love when you’re caught up in the crowds…

Dream Again

Constant is the rhythm in my head, read like verse of a poem. Thought pouring out like a fountain, never running dry, just not as wet sometime. Words form, creeks of words become oceans of novels waiting to be read. Can I put these words to page? The hour is […]


Watching the birds, wishing I could fly, nothing to do nothing new. Clouds drift, sun through openings, the sun marks the passing of time. I could stay here for as long as I remain but what would remain when things never stay the same…


Waiting for the rights words, afraid to say the wrong words, to make things right. I could pretend to have never been afraid, shed the lies like coats in Summertime, leave all of the fears behind. What a reminder I have, visions of long ago, that keeps me down. Where […]


Bus ride to nowhere, sat by the window watching the scenery outside change with the passing of the hours, ready for the adventure wherever the road may take me next…


Something forgotten, moments long ago, things cherished left along the way. Days drifting, in memory so vivid, like a pond of time you rewind like 1990 VHS tapes, you sit back to remember the things you once said.