Something of a dark green leaves and branches hanging level with my face. I don’t move to avoid them, but I soak in the visual. For these moments come so sparingly. Son, I feel the rain falling this Winter, and boy am I thirsty. So, bring on the fog and dew. A jacket, so warm, … Read more
Tell me something I’ve never heard of, And take me away to somewhere I’ve never been, Because this sounds like something I faced long ago. Something I’ve already done and I’ve already turned away from. You: not the peace I seek right now. You Only exhibit what can be seen there. Maybe this is all … Read more
So now I remember what it was I saw in the rear view mirrors: The entry way into a summer season brought about by dusk skies and silhouettes of trees. Oh, get me out of here. Out of this place! For I’ve heard of some place across the pond, It’s got to be better than … Read more
Nothing like this. This single moment. Stresses.Pain.Money. Gone. A summer only beginning, A song that never dies, A feeling special. We live for moments like this, Like we live for excitement, To forget all that we know and are surrounded by. To feel every ounce lifted. To write it out after it all. I love … Read more
A man walking lonely on a dark pathway, Along an even darker ocean. The land around here does little to protect its own, But does anywhere? The water so black, except for what you can see around the piers. The radio plays on with songs that seem to fit the mood, the drive, the time. … Read more
A yard full of wonder and a wall that was amazing. I grew up in the land of Camelot And my friends did too. I could observe the countryside from wherever I stood, And never did I fear what was to come ahead. An exhibiting imagination. The world was what we wanted it to be. … Read more
There’s something you’re trying to tell us, Something you’re trying to convey. The sun is dying at the end of May And we have only cold in our futures. Where could we be headed? To some far away land? Of 3D clouds and castles alike. Hidden among endless forests of trees And rain. Perhaps we … Read more
Where are we? In Cape Town? No. It’s just Pasadena. Replace the view of ocean with freeways, The stadium with a bowl, The rain with snow. Deserts are just the same. Switch diversity with culture, Hills for a flat top. You know, I’ve never been to Cape Town, or Africa for that matter, But I’m … Read more
If it rains today, and only today, I will be the happiest boy, man, son, child. Let the waterflow fall from the overpacked nimbus And let it come over me like a true love, or a subtle look. Let the peace overtake me, And strangle me! And hold me tight, And capture me! I want … Read more
At gate 8/gate7, I stop to write about the freedom adventure through the city’s aboretum, Or what’s left of it. I am blown away by the music, it hovers around me, and the open windows, and how adoring this all is and has become. I am with a beautiful woman who teaches me something everyday. … Read more