Absurd Beauty

A list of lovers, a litany of excuses. Forgiven each time for the beauty… Below the blood red moon, yellow doors slamming shut and pebbles thrown against the windows of her room.

Five hours until Midnight (good night)

I was born here, I'll probably die here, I just hope I am able to live here, in between. The bridges are hidden in the misty fog, as the horns blow and the traffic comes to a stop.

Where do I Go from here?

Black clouds hover, pellets of rain slamming down. When will this be over, when will I wear my crown?

Disenguous Jesters

In the distance, like disingenuous church bells they ring loud, strong and untrue. The hands on the cities clock, they turn with a pulsating beat, strangling the life from time and expectations

The Middle

Pockets are empty but my heart is full, though emotional currencies they don't pay the bills.

Shadows and Ghosts

Them two eyes squinting your way, thoughts of Satan disguised as a savior. There ain't no true angels in this world, son, so make it true, make it real and be your own angel. Love is a lifesaver for the ones casting it to the waters, love is a safety net thrown by the ones about to leap, love is what the lover is looking for not for what you yearn for.

Tear Stained Smiles

A picture found, laughter heard and the stains of teardrops on faces around the world.

Alive

Ruminations, thunderstruck, clouded over and shrouded into a dark corner. With incessant voices, from another time, same place.

River Afire

A dream, a memory, a song, a dance, a bedtime story from her childhood or perhaps a prayer from her Sunday morning prayers in the church across from this crazy river. It was on one of those Sunday mornings when Agee took her by her hand and led her to the clover patch by the lake - on the Catalina side - gave her fodder for confessions. Agee moved away the next day to the West Coast and that was fine with her. He was a simple guilty pleasure and a gentle guide through the gates of innocence. 

The Myths We Follow

It seems that the myths that had shaped my life had thrown me into a cellar filled with timed predispositions of emotions. Since I was alone and the house was dark, like an emotional alarm clock I was thrust into these feelings of sadness. So I questioned myself aloud.

Isaac and the Old Man

They finally reached the top of the mountain. Isaac laid down the wood and lay upon them. He fell into a sleep and Abraham tied him up with the rope. Isaac woke up. "What the hell? What are you doing? What are you crazy? Un-tie me! Is this another circumcision? Don't you think you cut off enough?" "This is not a circumcision, my son, God has commanded me to sacrifice you as a burnt offering." "God has...Your going to burn me alive??? Pop, I thought I was your favorite - you know you got rid of the Arab kid and his mother - I figured you made the right decision there.

The 5310 Testament Chapter 4

If love is indeed infinite in one sense or another; is it possible that time and love are constant? That love surrounds us from a time and place that is no longer tangible in our minds - but in our hearts we reach out our hand to be held, we long for the embrace and we thirst for the kiss. So we keep on filling in the void in our hearts with literature, art and rock n roll, until the day will come when time and love are in tandem. When we will reach out our hand be held, when we will open our arms to embrace and we will thirst no more for the kiss...

Where it all Begins and Ends

He stood outside of his old 'once expensive car' and watched the party taking shape. The bass booming like a deep voiced whisper... He wasn't ready to see her again - wasn't ready to see her because he knew he would do something stupid and reckless. Something stupid and reckless like fall in love all over again.