New Light

Open skies
open eyes.
Breeze above
Rays of love.

Fogged Window

Morning's arise,
as I search
through a window.
For the one perfection,
that shall be my imperfection.
Search fondly,
for the sun's rays.
There be one only,
for me, for me.
For there shall be somewhere.
a love with no
contract,
no needs.
Love warm,
warm embrace
of nothing but
that single ray,
that holds you, forever,
that holds me, and ever.

Tag! You're It!

Good morning sir.
As said every sunrise.
Such thoughts, such pleasures.
Where corners of my mouth,
curl ever slightly
to grins of my heart.

Switch on my lamp;
as my seat finds my desk.
And pour colors of mind
onto empty spaces,
empty of words.

Tis you that revived it.
Tis you that I smile to.
Comfortable pillows
of feathery bliss.
Good night and sweet dreams.

Oh and one thing more;
TAG! YOU'RE IT!

No Worries Mate

Laying down on the warm, sunny beach
Enjoying my cool tequila peach
Catching rays from the hot, burning sun
Eating cheeseburgers on sesame buns
Feeling the grainy, white sand under your toes
Watching the tide change from high to low
The relaxing, swift breeze through your hair
Smelling the salty, tropical air
People and children having fun
Stress and work here…there’s none
Blue skies, white clouds, green trees
So beautiful are the Florida Keys
Friends everywhere to be found
This is the place of summer sounds
From sunrise to sunset
Fishing with fish nets
This place is a paradise
Nothing to describe it, but nice
So great you don’t know the date
Oh well, no worries, mate.


Written by my fellow friend, my fellow musician.

Stupid to Try

Block. Block. Block.
What to write?
Trying for you,
already gave up hope once,
doubt I can do it now.

Screaming surrounds me .
Move it along!
Ahhh!!!
Can't feel what's inside...

Forgot how to write.
Pressure
Confinement
Doesn't want to be revealed.
COME OUT!

Everything is hidden.
Even from myself.
From the darkness that haunts me,
to everyday problems.
You want to know what's wrong?
I'm lost within myself.

Everything is hidden.
Even from myself.
Including the darkness that haunts my dreams.
You ask how I feel?...
Like a prisoner in my own mind.


A poem written to me by a lost friend.

Unsure

Questionable remark
from such a flat-toned voice.
Sorrow?
I feel I cannot
speak or write such things.

World's heavy arms
sustain such balance.
Hold me from gravity's
inviting, appetizing
stare.

Body Unknown

Meek Bones,
rattle your shivers.
Such unique maracas
cannot survive; surpass.
The fuel tank screams empty.
The cage is tremblin;
Time to get off
the DC train.
Time to tighten
them rattling bones.