On The Trail

Develop and return

My hands ache from

The hard turns



The webs we weave

While the world turns

We are on the trail

To some sandy land

With hopes held tightly

In our hands


Granite Stones


Underlining counters

With reflective site

Elbow cold

Down by my side

Granite stones

In suburban homes

This life we live

The truths we own

Lays on top

Of these granite stones 

Aches and Pains

Aches and pains

Strange held hands

In a cold rain

Under red skies

Under falling leaves

In a lake 

Not a sea

The aches and pains

Cities and lanes

Riding in the cars 

Remain the same

What in the World

The world

Is not ours

We deserve nothing

We have our lives

Our decisions

Some want it all

Packed in raw made


How the world falls

When the silly

Want it all

Build our lives

With broken chairs

Sit in as we dare

The whole world

Is at stake

Terrible times

To make a mistake

The Old Night

The old night lets go

Moving forwards

Growing old

While the fall winds

Begin to blow

In a storm from the west

Summer being laid to rest

I take a moment and remember

As the eyes of December

Begin to focus on us

The old night lets go

I to can’t hold on to the past

I must move forward

Into the unknown

To grow

To go


Take a Break

Walk away

Start anew

From Tuesday blues

To Wednesday new

Hold on to new days

No matter what anyone says

Hope is best in moderation

Don’t let go

When optimism is lost

It may not come back

Gone drifting into the black

Hold on to what is true

Hold this day