Full moon reflection

Sweet yet not

Candle

following the white lines

Morning Color

Little color in the morning

in the shadows

Quiet Clarity

Broken hearts and lost souls 

Working for dimes 

Seems like a crime

Lost on the scorned

Listening to whine 

Like every cowboy story 

Soul recovery 

Moving past attitude

Never looking back

If you know what 

the way back looks like

From that direction

You will find yourself 

in familiar  surrounding   

serenading  the same old ghosts

Passion like hate is inspiring 

Sympathetic smiles 

Eloquently unapologetic

Reticent Hesitation 

Quiet clarity 

No artificial restraints

Cliff diving is real life baby

Looking over the edge

Wondering about the exhilaration 

Thinking this going to hurt 

No seat belts on this ride

No artificial  restraints 

Just you and the air 

And the cliff whizzing by

 Each bump and crevice

Your life flashing by

 Iron weed rolling on waves 

Rational   response to insanity 

The world changes you

Insignificant little people 

Screaming threats 

The fear sweating out

Cliff diving is real life baby

Looking over the edge

Wondering about the exhilaration 

Thinking this going to hurt 

No seat belts on this ride

No artificial  restraints 

Just you and the air 

And the cliff whizzing by

Knowing the landing going to sting

Every little thing is itched in

Singing this song of the infected

Hypothetical psychotic haze

It is a curse I tell you

winter sky

Perfect ballad

It's like writing a song
So many notes
All sounding the same
The  notes are not mine
But the way they flow is
The words already existed
The combination created
A password to a soul
I write them down
The music playing in my mind
If only I learned the notes
So I could join the words
To the music of sound
Making a new language
Along this trip of mine
We could dance to laughter
The beat in this heart
Words missed you could hear
Cause it written on the next line
The sound would only end
When a new song began
Only some many notes
Only some letters
I dont make up the words
Just put them to paper
A story in your mind
Old memories vividly grey
Dancing on an empty floor
The music gone away
Like the ghosts of vividly grey
Sarcastic naturally

Insidious Grey Lines

The world in shadows
Staying between two Solid lines
Rough outlines
Insidious
Borrowing trouble
Over inventing detail
Looking familiar
Peppering questions
Perfect fit
Sarcastic honesty
Anonymity in numbers
Sitting all alone
Looking at the world
Last images walking away
Never looking back
Running away
Finish your sentence
The one you wanted to say
But motility stopped you
The one you needed to say
Silence has a voice
Like frost on trees
To love and knowing
your not an enough
Silent voices staring
looking over shoulders
Never looking back

Mr Frosts has a voice

Lonely Road

Morning Christmas Day

Church Bells

Old Hotel From the Back

Winter Frost