Out There

They call to me, those wild winds, caressing me with the delicate roar of life, like an oncoming storm in the eternal hours of summer twilight, all the while promising the freedom of "out there;" "Out There" beyond where sky and horizon embrace and dreams in their maturity are realized against the endless backdrop of...

Unwritten

Though pages unwritten await their grace, words fail to find their voice; but we know what they are, and that should they ever be set free they would fall endlessly into the void between us.

War Dance

Unbridled Ebb and flow Of Chaos and Order   Primal Power plays of passion And feats of endurance Among the rising tide Anger and joy in unison   Fighting For each inch of ground Sacred space owned by none Owned by all And shared   Battlefield A killing field Where ego dies I die You...

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To The Lost

I didn't know you. Except I did. I, just like the rest of the world, knew you. I knew your music. Your poetry. Your art. Your expression. I knew your joy. Your pain. Your love. Your anger. Your sorrow. Your hate. Your despair. I knew your success and I knew your failures. I knew your...

Gifts

You didn't deserve the gift of my heart of my soul of my love of my words I don't deserve the pain that holding them in -for your sake- causes me.

The Ransom of Light

These hours are dangerous, when there is only the light we create to hold back the darkness, and somewhere between passion and madness is found the spark that tames the thunder and captures the wind and with them weaves symphonies, else these hours offer silence and hopes and dreams are allowed to wither and fade,...

but for a breath

there are nights when the silence is deafening and agonizing in its remembrance; echoes of yesterdays unwritten suffocating in the emptiness beg for life in expression one word at a time, and you, in your silence, only ever a breath away....

The Wild

It's wild out there, and dangerous, a wilderness full of peril: the deep and dark woods, the jagged lofty mountains, the sweeping desert wastes, and open, endless plains; it's wild out there, among soaring glass spires standing over a web of asphalt and concrete and light; it's wild out there, in those places were shadows...

October Light

October light-- a vicious elegance, a withdrawn luminescence setting the world ablaze in gold and crimson while casting long and determined shadows on the memory of summer's recklessness-- and I, in the hollow solace of a hallowed season, find myself a martyr for the sun...