Sunday, February 26, 2006

One child's perspective

Mom, can you please stop yelling?
Dad why are you so mad?
The door slammed again, and broke the frame.
Curses fly, why?
Don’t you love each other?
Don’t tell me I wouldn’t understand; show me so I do.
I know it’s not easy, but try.
Is that what’s in store for me?
Please, don’t yell at me! I want to know…

Does love always have to be so loud,
and hurt this much?

Friday, February 24, 2006


a broken man
tried to piece together his shattered dreams
and all of his hope
unraveled at the seams

a lonely man
tried to tape together a broken home
it fell apart
he’s now all alone

a hurting man
tried to question the pain
he heard no answers
he loves in vain

one single man
tried to make a difference
he was denied
with plain indifference

a desperate man
tried to take it all
it wasn’t long
before his fall

a righteous man
once believed in love
but he learned the truth
with no help from above

a broken man
with a tear in his eye
and broken heart
gave up an died

Friday, February 17, 2006



“Move on. Be brave ,
don’t weep at my grave
because I am no longer here.
But please never let
your memory of me disappear.”

From The Spirit Carries On,
on the album Metropolis PT 2: Scenes from a Memory By Dream Theater

Have you ever seen the deaf sing?

I'm not trying to be funny, or malicious or amusing
I'm asking truthfully: did you ever see the deaf sing?

I went to a concert, but I didn't want to go
Turns out I'm a moron, I really enjoyed the show
I was impressed; beyond measurable doubt
The deaf , they can sing, without a single shout
They sway with the rythum, they move with the beat
Hands moving everywhere, the show was a treat
Maybe you're thinking, that I'm kind of dumb
They couldn't be singing, It just can't be done

I'm here to tell you this one and only thing
Without speaking a word the deaf could sing.

Okay, the poem was kind of lame. But I did attend a choir concert and the deaf did perform. They were excellent. So was a group of six teenage boys that sang a capella - they were incredible. Moral of the story: a handicap doesn't prevent the impossible, and punk ass teenage boys might be okay after all. Well, some of them, anyway.

Sunday, February 12, 2006



It’s not about what we said
Or the places that we’ve been
It’s not about the hopes and dreams
Or the “what happens when…?”

It’s about this moment, now
And the others that will follow
Living our lives happily
And forgetting all the sorrow

The promise of the days to come
Can be brutally taken away
That’s why is so very important
To love each other today

I want to love you like each day will be my last
Just in case it is

And if I’m taken away
You will never have any doubts, or regrets

And I'd like you to do the same
So I will always be sure

About us, & about love

Happy Valentines Day, babe! I love you!

Tuesday, February 7, 2006

In the Meantime...

I've been rather busy lately, and haven't had time to sit and work on anything new. If you have read only some of my recent work, I'd like to ask that you go back and read some of my earlier work. I find it interesting that some of the pieces I've written that really move me never get commented on, while other pieces that I feel are good (but not my best work) really struck a chord with the readers. I'm thrilled that my words can evoke any kind of emotion, and I'm always happy to hear comments, positive or negative, about my work or how to make this site more interesting to you, the reader.

Again, thanks for visiting and please feel free to browse some of the work listed under the History Bites archive. I hope you enjoy the time you spend here and that you visit often.