Monday, November 28, 2005


“Why didn’t you ever guide me”, I asked?
“He said there were no maps of the heart
And the journey is yours only”
It took years to understand the wisdom he shared
And he...
…never turned a deaf ear
…always shared his time
…never turned me away
…did his best to comfort me

I wish it was real
In my dreams, you were a father
The dialog was imagination
You never said that much, ever
Why weren’t you there
Instead of hiding in plain view
Suspicious, greedy
Needy and childish

Why weren’t you my
teacher, my guide
One to reveal the secrets of the world
To show the right’s and wrongs,
Display the tendency of love

Where were you?

Thursday, November 17, 2005


hope is not for the weak in spirit
dreams are not for the faint of heart

so close your eyes
take a breath
move closer to the edge
take that step

into the unknown
where adventure unfolds

life is not a spectator sport

Sunday, November 6, 2005


She cuts me
without a blade, but
with her tongue
the incision is made

and I bleed

Tuesday, November 1, 2005


Dodging the bullets that fall like rain,
wondering if the world will ever be the same
As I duck and run for cover, run for cover

Dodging the bullets that fall around my head,
wondering if I will end up dead
I just hope to find some cover, need some cover

I just hope, I just hope to make it home

Dedicated to those that live to fight another day, and those that didn't.