Spinning in this whirlpool

The low so dark

Black is a shade of white

Hearts lost in grey

Starting to late

When yes is a no

It’s too late to go back

It’s too late to start new

Spinning in this vortex

Reality or fantasy

Hard to know

When maybe is no

It’s too late start at the beginning

It’s too late turn back

Running this marathon

Thump of the drum

Beating in my chest

Spinning in the wind

The low so dark

Black is a shade of grey

Hearts shatter like broken mirrors

Reflecting that look lost in tears

Spinning in this current

When yes is no

Fantasy is this reality

Hard to know

When no in never

It’s too late to start at the beginning

It’s too late to run this race

That already ended

So long ago

Every thump in this chest

The beat of this drum

Lost in the wind

The low so dark

Black is a shade of white

Hearts lost in grey

Starting to late

Thump of the drum

Beating in my chest

Spinning in the wind

that country song

Your head so full of yourself

There is no need to fill it with more

You disappear so much

I don’t know when you’re here

Or when you’re gone

It sounds like that bad break up song

Your head is full of yourself

You have selective memory

Only seeing the good in all your wrongs

Disappearing into yourself

I hardly know when you’re here

Living this bad country break up song

Your head is so full

Delusional narcissistic Barbie doll

Answering every question

With but you said

Words coming back

Just another break up song

Guess I wasn’t thinking

Your head is so full

There is no need to say anything more

Your head so full of yourself

Barbie doll want to be

Your head is full of yourself

Remembering in that make believe way

Your head so full of yourself

This is no point and saying anything good

Your head is full of yourself

Just want a be Barbie doll

Your head is so full

Remembering things in that make believe way

Your head is so full

There is no need to say anything more

Your head so full of yourself

Barbie doll want to be

Your head is full of yourself

Remembering in that make believe way

Your head is so full

There is no need to say anything more

Your head so full of yourself

Barbie doll want to be

Your head is full of yourself

Remembering in that make believe way

Your head so full of yourself

There is no need to fill it with more

You disappear so much

I don’t know when you’re here

Or when you’re gone

It sounds like that bad break up song

Your head is so full

There is no need to say anything more

Your head so full of yourself

Barbie doll want to be

Your head is full of yourself

Remembering in that make believe way

Your head so full of yourself

This is no point and saying anything good

Your head is full of yourself

Just want a be Barbie doll

Your head is so full

Remembering things in that make believe way

Your head is so full

There is no need to say anything more

Your head so full of yourself

Barbie doll want to be

Your head is full of yourself

Remembering in that make believe way

Winter Tableau

Walking through a haze

Clouds near the ground

Making up words to toss around

Some many people with that frosted glaze

Painted on smile wishing this day to gone

Pistachio ice cream in Italy

Cello floating on air

Florence with disaster scared in walls

Colors resolute in desperation

Beautiful in a contextual idealization

Here I gaze at the crystallized windows

Weather so cold it shatters when touched

Is that person sitting there a statue?

Did he freeze there in the night?

A frozen tableau vivant

Get to close

 You too will be there for all time

One more frozen statue

Covered in snow in a winter scene

Walking through the haze

Through the frozen cold in the winter shine

Each day a little shorter making the darkness last longer

The ghosts of those summer fields

Warm and so far away

Beaches refreshing in morning light

So far away

Short

Short of to late

To slow to realize it

Ever sunrise is one of kind beautiful

Ever sunset is on the other side

When trust is gone

Hate is still strong

The tree of hope clings on

Reaching to heaven in desperation

Short of to late

Just in time

Life is lived in a surreal dream

Broken promises in a positive spin

Faith is a conviction a little thin

Loathing fades with the pain

A cactus flower growths

Sucking water from stones

Short of to late

To slow to realize it

When words are no longer needed

The silence of eternity is refreshing

Beauty stares back unexpectedly

Short of to late

long shadow

Can't let go

Can't let go what you don't know
You don't know
You can let go what you don't know
You don't know

I want you
I need you
You make me fine

He says
What did you say
I can't hear you
Was distracted by work and time

You can let go what you don't know
What You don't know

I miss you
Shadows are long
Will you be mine

He says
I can't hear what you said
It is to loud here
I was distracted by whiskey and wine

You can let go what you don't know
What You don't know

She says
You don't hear what I say
You don't want to be mine
I am going for tomorrow today

He says
I don't know what I did
You make me fine
I was distracted by desire and wine

Can't let go what you don't know
You don't know
You can let go what you don't know
You don't know

Can't let go what you don't know
You don't know
You can let go what you don't know
You don't know


He says
I want you
I need you
You make me fine

She say
What did you say
I can't hear what you have to say
I was distracted by tomorrow today

Can't let go what you don't know
You don't know
You can let go what you don't know
You don't know

Through the trees

Minus 31

The doors slam

I should be dead
But I am not

Looked death in the eye
And shocked my head

Dreaming this reality
Blowing a kiss in disbelief

Rattling the dice in my hand
The scythe man stares back

Silence crawls along the spine
Cold as death

Trembling anger in that grasping hand
Words in unnerving silence

Whispering in a fog
I will see you later

I should be gone
But somehow I am still here

Walked up to the doors of hell
Knocked on the door

And screamed                 you
The reaper answered

You like playing this foolish game
Playing with black aces and eights

I will see you soon
But not just yet

As the doors slam shut