Fog on a Mirror

I wasn't ready for the things that I learned,
of the breaking of hearts or how the world turns.
I quench all the fires with whiskey that burns
cause in your November arms I will never find warmth.

You weren't ready for a love that was true,
You were born for the sun, and my heart is the moon.
Colors surround you, I can just sing the blues.
My winter-born heart always plays out of tune.

Now I'm older and wiser, I can see crystal clear,
That I fell for your love, like you fell for my fear.
There's something we're lacking, like fog on a mirror,
Our messages written, soon disappear.

But life has it's way with every person I've met,
Like insects surrounded by a young child's net.
And I am imperfect, on this you can bet,
I only drink to remember, just how to forget.


It's not my place to tell the stars
their order's out of line.
Nor, tell them which direction
I think they ought to shine.

It's not for me to scorn the moon,
when she hides herself away.
Nor, direct her to the water
and tell her how to sway.

The sun of course, can't hear me say,
that every morning, every ray,
his light's too bright and scares away,
my shadow buddies, kept at bay.

My voice can't carry all that far,
to travel space and time to stars.
My voice of course, it knows it's part,
to whisper to your heart.

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Big in the sky

Suspended grand and high

Orb of merrily glowing light

But then just before dusk of every day

The string attached to earth unties

As it floats slowly by

My lips whisper

Good bye

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Enjoy :)

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Age of the sun

Generation of generations, let not your heart be troubled
strive for the bettering of tommorow, fight for the life
you deserve to live; seek to stand tall under the sun
and shine your light for the age to come; bring enlightenment
to the day that is soon to be born.

Biology of the unknown

The Gods Of Man

Their bodies were as the clearest crystal;
glimmering in the broad daylight, nearly blinding those who gazed upon them in wonder and disbelief. Though they carried the likeness of glass, their movements were as soft skin; bending and twisting, stretching as they walked.
within them no organs or flow of blood existed, only the purest of light, which glowed as though it were the brightest of suns;
within the glow, the flowing of electrons; twisting, swirling, and dancing around one another in a silent symphony of wonderful harmony and trails of blue and purple light.

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Thinking Of You

As the Sun sails athwart the sweeping skies
The vast azures twining with its golden rays
I am thinking of you, a pleasant thought
Of the times that put a smile on my face

Thinking of you every waking moment
I eventually lose track of the passing time
Reminiscing the sweet words that you spoke
Your deep voice rings in me like a chime

Longing inside for your loving gaze
That will strike away my daunting fears
Waiting forever for your warm touch
To softly wipe away the welling tears

Yearning constantly for that tight embrace
When my faith in love is all set to break
Hoping to catch your dazzling smile
That will soothe my pressing heart ache

Thinking of you from morn till night
I wish I could tell you how I feel
If only I could then I am sure we would
Dance together against the radiant teal

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The sun is low on the
horizon, leaving the
clouds crimson.

The sky is so beautiful
to me now. I mean I
really love it.

I am all alone except
for this wonderful sky
with its clouds of glowing

Night would never come if
I could stay in this moment

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Mourning Dove

Oh mourning Dove, why are you mourning, Love?
Can’t you see how I empathize with thee?
The evening’s done and all that’s left for me
is a rising sun and its hot curelty
the warmth he brings does make me sing,
but like you Dove, I do
want to rip off my wings.

A bathe in the rays leaves us in a daze
while the sorrowful band just plays and plays
That good morning tune has more solemn in June
as the morning Dove mourns
the scorched rows of corn,
crack beneath my feet,
I inhale the scent of wheat
burned in this heat,
leaving us with none to eat

Oh mourning Dove,
Where summer nights had life
the summers rest is death,
the Earth’s warm breath
that causes sweat to drip
and minds to rip,
that pours down trees,
no shadows to be seen,
but leaves the land scortched and torched
and in us hopes of Summer Nights
not close enough to make things right,
but mourning— oh- Dove,
your sweet song sings along the cautious shades of blues,
fading out of view,
you lament the loss of summers true Boss
and as the curtain of night is drawn back,
we await summer’s daylight attack.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Part of my Searching for Summer Nights compilation.

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Along the Oceanic Shoreline




I sit at ease


along the oceanic shoreline


and let it all soak in-


the waves that roll like quiet thunder


the endless sea horizon


the seagulls crying as they fly


the clouds that mark a sunlit sky


the warm hot summer wind.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Drawn from my childhood recollections of time alone in the morning, sitting on a hot beach in Florida as I read my Bible.

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