Yea, I can't quite shake the dreams that haunt me those images that play out slowly drag on black and white as if from another time another sliver between now and then a wedge between the past and the present moving forward is a monumental task and I'm spent man worn to the bone sitting …
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Berklee Story
A moment a shuffle throw one back gently put that baby down every musician has a Berklee story none as poignant as mine and you spin storytelling to a new high I can't recall the last time I laughed so hard the last time I laughed...the last time Memory lane dims and time fades agony …
Black Balloon
I fill my room with black balloons helium high keeps me up at night but that's the least of my worries and I have few in comparison to years ago when I dreaded the rise of the sun...or its setting The clouds hang low every now and then And off in the distance there is …
Time Line Unwind
Late night street lights buzz and flicker almost a bit too much of a slow beat drag slip your hand into mine and lets walk along the river Brooklyn Bridge backdrop illuminating and I can't see past the halo around your head All that glitters isn't gold and baby don't I know it to be …
Weekend
It's the weekend...end of the week beginning of the week long and short of it makes no sense beginnings or endings they all fall into neat little boxes with a top and a bottom a piece of cloud like fluff inside gently placed each emotion carefully tucked in, the corners soundly folded under the top …
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I haven't written haven't had words in the light of day come together harsh light spot light maybe because its a lie or half truth and the cosmos knows or some greater entity has a hook line and sinker on me my insincerity it's like a spot light a spot light harsh and unforgiving and …
Washes Over Me
I walked with you only to learn what it meant to feel sand and sea washing over me Sand and the sea have a way of cleansing the senses and freeing the soul Twists and turns, knots and noose fall slack and slumber eases its way backward; - nothing short of insomnia I walked with …
Waters Edge
I walk the winters shoreline slow and easy Bits of sand cling to the bottom of my boots An occasional seashell eclipses my solitude - it becomes mine A treasured token memory like a stranger that I take home just For the night safe from a tidal uprising I'll enter the waters calm and plunge …
‘ Tis The Season
'Tis the season for holiday cheer for some it's an innate time of dread some glow from head to toe count down to that momentous day when the path of kings and gods alike collided a child born a story told carrying more than a few of the die harden Old Testament New Testament King …
