Wednesday, November 7, 2012


In the grand scheme of life we're like feathers in the wind. It drags us to heights we've never seen before, just to drop us back on the cold wet pavement, ruffled and wet.

 And carries us to newer, higher skies.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

About rainbows

and sunny days.

(May 2010, Niagara Falls, NY)

One minute to 4 (AM)

one minute to four

rain falls heavy on my window
trying to fall asleep, blindfolded
covering with fresh, warm lies, i smile
yet, tears fall heavy on my pillow.

clouds cover me away
curtains folding in between me and a world
that has been turned upside down.
violent inner pain keeps a steady tempo of decay.

what's true and what's not i can't tell
trying to put together shattered pieces of what we once were
agonizing over what could have been
i walk in silence on a road straight to hell.