All of You

I want you

is it too early

is it too late

I want all of you

is that too much

trying to control

this raw power

I feel small

you are inside me

but I can’t get close enough

how

can this intensity

feel so delicate

I’m gasping for air

I want all of you

summer smoke
7.2.17

October Home

in Octobers dusk

I can hear the falling leaves 

like whispers tapping upon the ground

sweet pine hanging in the air

brings me closer 

to what feels like home

longing to stay the night with you

until you tell me no

dwelling in disaster never bores me

broken sunsets make me cry

the trailing tears lay dried

as unspoken words on the window pane

laying there with empty arms

has the darkness lasting long

empty space is hard getting used to

drowning in the words you never spoke

fate holds the winning hand 

that takes the pot every time

surprised by nothing once the curtains draw

some stolen sorrow would sure be welcomed

smiles carefully hide in pockets till the dawn

weary is the mind constantly racing

heavy is the truth that holds the hammer

lonely is the heart chasing yesterday


Boston, Ma
10.8.19

Six Muses

to get back to square one

having not learned a thing

is an unwanted victory

rest is not easy

as we all know

slates are not blank

glowing in the dark 

are the faces that have me sinking down

simple chords sound so beautiful

on the outskirts where I live

being cut off at the soul 

has left a jagged feeling

only yesterday 

we thought time was on our side

holding on was much simpler then

and the sway kept on so wonderfully

making it matter is what we wanted

it didn’t need to be taken all apart

if I see you in the darkest night

I promise to keep your dreams within my heart

it will come to take you down

oh yes it will

names are what is forgotten

but you will never be

stay awake is what I asked

using a whisper was my mistake

gaining nothing in spite of the truth

makes for a worthless trip

if we shall meet in yonder morning

the sun will shine for me

fallen leaves freckle the path

in the park where I walk

I’m gaining strength 

from autumn’s air surrounding me

tragedy lurks, it should not be sought

we will not be less broken

a misplaced note

has me hanging on

bargains struck after midnight

leave questions about true fate

slipping through hands in the rain

raise exhales from deep inside

avert the horns

and you will celebrate another day


clay roses – jlk