Thursday, March 17, 2011

In the thin veil of morning
Behind a hidden rose,
Red and rain, like diamonds, 
sit as tears amongst the thorns 
Lost within it's beauty
A fragile flash of life
Sacred to this moment
and the early morning light.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Random thoughts, refined and lost, deep within the truth
Loving acts of kindness; missing dreams of youth
One blank page to capsulate all of my concerns
Such simple things are often lost 
Inside these lessons learned

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Strange solace 'tis found in this morning’s coffee,
Trying not to think ...........of ghosts.....
that hide in a moment.....
Lost souls in their anguish
Like steam they are rising
To vanquish the air, only to fade
Disapear in the half light
Of the start of a day
I sit stiring reflections
That dance on the ripples
Staring back, Somber zombies
That live in the dark brew,
an awakening of souls 
A wish for control,
A wish to be sharper, 
More aggressive,
more personable,
my search for survival,
....... and no fear of tomorrow,
To be one with the future the rest of my days
Yet soon I must peek out from under this ritual
And war with those monsters it once kept at bay.