Another Dragon Down The Hole

Limerickly Speaking: A Tenth Grade Homage

There was a young man from Fort Lauderdale

Whose life truly began in a sale 

Donated by a mother he never knew

Absorbed into a family from where he grew

Instability and self awareness guided the plight

Moving countries and mountains while immersed in the fight

A guest in the family and a holiday decision

A permanent vacation from mutual provision

Parents have passed and the others moved on

The old man from Fort Lauderdale is a family of one

...I'll Have A Heineken: Prologue

Corona with lime from a long ago time

Sunshine and darkness with friends

Corona this time, a census on the sublime

Only hope as the shine fades away

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

In The Pipeline Filling In Time

A soul under water
An anonymous life

A prison in the mind
An eternal disguise