My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Early morning in the city sun begins to rise - Big Apple shine World wide center of the universe And when love fly's by it's an overhead Of all that is old and all that is new Side-walk up beat and the heart remains open To this or that and all the in-between Although the …
For a momentA split second snapA commonalityA drift - a mutual send off One foot in front of the other Sayonara amigos mantra There are songs...how wide the river is Your presence touched me so deeplyI almost drownedI'm still gasping for air I weep as I walk Low tide Hudson River highThe sound of the …
I walk the streets where you used to live; the city you thrived in The city you fell in love with; the city that set you free while at the same time crippling you - taking away any sense of coherency But, you, you were alright, you were a shining star; you were on fire …
When the world is spinning out of control and there is no direction - up or down All I want to do is jump from here to there, never to return to this place of malice But, the background sound of life's merry-go-round drowns out and mutes the roar that rumbles just beneath the skin's …
What will it take to push past the moment where all my thoughts are tangled and memories, images keep weaving between tears and anger? there is no rational; truth or lies that can change the outcome the place I've landed is foreign to me uncomfortable, unprotected and roaming in the wilderness of ambivalence and uncertainty …
Evening falls, surround sound lull with the slightest hiss and rattle Background ambience for the weak; the feeble and absent minded The full wolf moon is on the rise A soothing vibe transports me into a trance-like lovely sleep Somewhere in the upper level; reminiscent of a sky in a da Vinci painting Glorious and …
Snow falls covering the river and for a moment as hours pass endless imagery for the weary a respite a touch of awe and delight the beauty reaches deep into my chest encompassing it a gentle massage to the heart keeping the beat rhythm-atic so not to grow cold - from the inside out the …
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword” ― Oscar Wilde “Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound …
1.1.1.1. flashing retro orb lights from the past disco ball spin off and somewhere out there in the abyss of bullshit and reflections simmering off the cuff comments and intentions are flying high touch down no return choices made one on one excised from the heart like cancer from the soul scarred and somewhat tattered …
