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

In The Pipeline Filling In Time

A soul under water
An anonymous life

A prison in the mind
An eternal disguise

Sony Guts

The swing moves under the weight of forgotten horizons

Nature closes for the night

A distant sound muffled by mechanical intrusions

Tomorrow will be different

Voice Of An Angel

One step ahead of an overdue reckoning  

Softening blows, greasing palms, diffusing potential

Midnight in the garden of terminal sunshine

Wait for the carriage filled with unsettled debts

Can We Rewind The Way We Feel?

Thankful for the persistence of caring

Truthful memories imprint my reality

Uncomfortable paths reveal a new resurrection

Unwilling to oblige and let time slip away

Silence And I

Failure at family... keep a stiff upper lip

The weight of regret numbs the heart

If only, if only, if only...

Fading to atoms and the consequences of eternity

Fourteen Dollars The Hard Way

An empty window and the comfort in the pain

Starting over before it began

The warmth of uncertainty over cold confirmation

A perfect circle of doubt

Pick And Choose Or Pass It On

Peaceful transition of power

Willing to suspend sense and compassion

How quickly the dream can crumble

Rise up to battle insanity

Define Me...Re-find Me

Conscious Of His Fleeting Time Here

Stay a little while and comfort me

A selfish request of bygone days

So many emotions that will never be heard

Why did it have to end this way?

A Dog Needs A Home