Call It Aftermath

Create a truth to match the lie

Shake the tree that bears no fruit

Discard the noise of industrial complexity

A perception of dimension in a linear dream

The Winter Makes You Laugh A Little Slower

Forged by the streets of disrepair 

Tomorrow always in play

A sideshow trick or a ripple in time

What lies beyond the horizon

You Know You Love It

My Coffee Like My Women

The glass slides with microscopic life

Deconstruct the layers of vagrant acceptance

Origins of self found only in the patterns

Eyes raised and perspective renewed

Twenty Years Sober: Haiku

Waking up at night

The only promise is kept

Lasting a lifetime

K.Y.L.

The Sun also rises and memories remain

Our world continues to spin

Grasping to understand the complexities of love

For the truth exists in the tears 

Kobayashi Maru

A chance to regain what was never there

The chance that fate has smiled tonight

Another chance at falling stars

If only a fleeting chance...

It All Sinks In

Fifth Street on a Saturday night

Or no night in particular

Fifth Street on a Saturday night 

Promises made while dreams wash away

Fifth Street on a Saturday night

Does it really matter?

First Post Of 2019...I Suck!

There was a time when this blog helped me through uncertain times. I tended to it like it was the best hydroponic and looked forward to writing about Pro cycling, my personal cycling, stupid shit, and also use it as an outlet for my depressing, lyrical poetry. Life moves on and things change, but I will always come back here and do something. This is my 13th year exposing my consciousness to the Internet. Please go back and read some of the early stuff if you follow Pro cycling...it's pretty good. MP