If I only had time to grab one physical object and save it from destruction, It would be you; Old friend; Your keyboard is worn to invisibility; It takes you longer to start up than  it does for my coffee to boil; Your electronic seizures…

If I divorce my sadness — will someone marry my soul?  I have more love Than any girl you’ll ever call home I’ve never done the same puzzle twice or once for that matter I was always too tired, And always much sadder

As a young lad growing up At times you have to move Let me tell you my story Let you focus improve Growing up in private school From preschool to eighth grade And then I began public I began this afraid But I survived those…

You asked me What I would say if didn’t see you tomorrow. My day would be full of sorrow; I would feel pain inside like the receding tide ripping the sand away . . . If I didn’t see you another day.   If I…

I’ll take you to the walled city, Just north of here. Where better to go? I’ve been saving these coins for a lifetime. They have no value to me, Only interest, But in your sweet hands, They become everything that will keep you Flourishing.  …

If the mirror never lies, how do I not recognize me? How is it I’ve become just what you wanted me to be? I twist and turn and break and bend To fit the mold you’ve put me in. Now in the mirror I look…

…you have to work within the system sometimes … and learn how to play … work to change the system … for a time,staying in it … and realize, things may get far worse …before they get better … perhaps we would fare better …if…

I remember that touch. The burning kiss, where flame met cloth and slowly wormed into the threadbare carpet, so clean you could eat off of it and still live, still walk, and so it glowed brief and hesitating flicker of psuedo-life, pulsing, growing with each…

When the stars shine they erase some illusion and even the mystical is included in this universe. Too new to remember. Too old to forget.   And yet, we do forget to observe, to shine, and reflect, and remember. This is all illusion. Our fabricated…

I ask myself Where would we run to? A foreign country. A place across the pond. Start a new life, with new names. Would we miss the old one too much? The friends and family left behind. Memories from a years long ago. What would…