Tuesday, November 19, 2019
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
Friday, November 15, 2019
Monday, August 19, 2019
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
Saturday, July 6, 2019
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
Friday, November 9, 2018
Friday, April 6, 2018
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
Friday, March 30, 2018
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
Friday, February 24, 2017
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
Friday, February 10, 2017
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
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