flight brought tears
not to my eyes
but to an (interesting rhyming concept)

Thought I’d
try something different.
Well, not so different, so
much as classic. Well, not
so much classic, as just
old hat.

Get in to it.
Live it.
Breathe it.
Be it.

If you’re not panting
you’re doing it wrong.

never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down

never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down

never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down

did you ever know that i eat gyros?
i’ve always been a fan of real greek food
i can get plenty at the foodcourt
’cause you are the one who buys me things

Standing erect and straight
Like statues
Their ranks spread out vastly
In every direction
Stone faced glares
Look onward towards combat
At the ready, guns upright
Commander’s bellows
And trumpeters lungs
Frozen
As the colossal enemy
Looms ahead
A shrieking cry
Proliferates the battlefield
Followed by the earth trembling
Charge of the monster
Crushing regiments like the impact
Of pennies on a train track
As she pounces to her food dish
Behind the plastic soldiers

Shh…
I think the Ford’s on fire
parked out on the open field
behind the Jones’ house.

Let’s watch and hope that it explodes
just like our favorite T.V. Shows
but no-one will get hurt,
that’s how it works.
Or at least, so I was told…

Darkness
as best defined by someone who has never experienced true darkness,
is never quite as
bleak
as it ought to be.

Darkness as witnessed first-hand
is
terrifying.
Why, I shudder to think
what some may do when
faced
with it.

the days have turned into weeks
and still the call hasn’t come,
leaving us in limbo
with only unanswered questions
of who, where, when, how,
why won’t this change!

and so the waiting
turns into pacing,
and the pacing
turns into gnawing,
all of which i hide from you
putting on a strong face,
and never realizing that
you don’t need my strength,
only my trust.

It was evening when I built the fire
Kindled in twilight
Night dragging on a veil of shadows
Before morning rays shone through
Afternoon stretched its course
And with it came evening again
Where a fresh log and heavy exhale
Sprung forth smoldering embers
A Phoenix reignited to life
Flames licking at the cedar

Oh, what sweet peace of mind
to know that some of your friends
are in their beds, safely and soundly
sleeping.

The clouds are overcast
A moist, sweet wind is blowing
Will it rain today?

I SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS
IN PARIS OR FRANCE
IN A MAGICAL WONDERLAND
OR IN MY CAR
YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE
AND TELL ME WE ARE ALONE
AND MY HEART ACCELERATES
AWARE OF THE SCIENCE BEHIND
RAINBOWS.