My favorite book sits in the middle of my book shelf
I finished it the other week, but something doesn't feel the same
I go back and re read my favorite chapters sometimes when i miss it
Maybe one day I'll pick up a different book and discover the beauty of it
But i don't think i am ready to let go of the beauty of this one
I still read this book, even though i know the ending will stay the same
I still read those chapters
OUR chapters

I’m greeted by my faithful chair
With its leather arms, wide open
I awaken the kettle, to get myself settled
Fetch a book, and ignite the fire

I dare to intrude, on my puppy dog’s snooze
And am gifted a look that is joy
Nestled up on his bed, not a care in the world
We savour the peace, as he lays with his toy

The fire’s desire, to amuse and distract
Is apparent to all in the room
It embraces the faces, from the dog to the clock
That are gripped by the power it has

I hope you wonder
If I'm thinking of you
I'll bet you're thinking
I've got nothing to do

But boy, just hold on
I've got a newsflash
You're not in my head
I can't feel the backlash

I hope you're home alone
Thinking of the situation
But I'm not here to fight
Or start an altercation

And I ripped that picture
Tore it down the middle
I feel like Rome is burning
I'm Nero playing the fiddle

Bliss

most of all, I miss our mingled laughter...

traveling the telephone lines,
banishing the many miles
the abyss of distance between us,
your heart and mine.

indelible memory;
your eyes the color of wood-smoke.
your envisioned smile
took me to an elevated state of bliss...

You don't know my name today
I'm not in the spotlight, not yet
But don't let that fool you, no
Watch where you place your bet

They say I'm just another dreamer
All I ever do is fantasize and ramble
But legends are forged through fire
Believe me, I can handle the gamble

Gold is often hidden beneath earth
Diamonds buried in the ocean deep
The rare among us demand success
When they fail, they simply grit their teeth

Main Street, it ran from one end of town
straight through on route five
all the way to Schenectady
and in the other direction, to Fonda

It seemed like almost everyone on Main St.
was a refugee of some kind from somewhere
from war, economic disaster, socio-paths
who dreamt of running a country with guns...

They saw themselves
in each other's eyes.
Coming together in a
hungry embracing of arms,
lips and swollen hearts.
Eager to reunite, smiling,
She felt His strength
although His hug was
gentle and reassuring.
hesitantly releasing Her,
as a bedroom door opened...
"Daddy!"
little Susan whooped;
sprinting to his side.
Holding up her pudgy arms
for him to lift her,
happy expectation,
which he obliged.
Hefting her and
kissing her soundly
while She looked on

My life: A soda bottle, way too many times shaken
By woes and worries, which made dents and holes
In my tense tin. All the while, they did take in

My substance, a sugar craved in their goals.
Why for so long my voice has been forsaken?
Engulfing my bottled cries, Psalms of souls.

Countless hard twists, tried to cap the fizz
Although I already erupted what I drank!
Now, I gave up trying to down strap the whizz

This phantom I’ve become
Starved for incessant connection
Unable to express this need
Permanently disconnected from myself

Peace and joy are emotionally expensive
I find myself at the toll booth of happiness
With little currency and less resolve
I’m given to choose the road of pain

It’s not that I’m entirely joyless
I suffer from intense bouts of happiness
I find no muse in this space, no inspiration
I can manifest no art if I’m satisfied

trees whip wild in white dry winds
electricity sparks death ghosts whirl in the cacophony darkness
smoke ballooning howls of red the forest bends broken at its knees
Black trunks fall roar through flames creatures run skin blazing screaming

dying

the agony of it