An Idea

not there

mental fog

gone forever

Weary Warrior

he did the job

he came to do

sacrifice

and now the mighty warrior

can sleep

well

his battle

done.

An Ephiphany

There is nothing so hollow

There is nothing so glum

When man is obliged to think

But doesn’t

Chefry

I dream of ghosts and regrets and never could have beens
 
haunted by mistakes and circumstance
 
ravaged by the demons of disappointment and depression
 
but I wash the dish anyway because maybe tomorrow’s dinner might just be better

Once in Love

Everyting

ends

Which is sad

but remember

It is also

a new

Beginning

so

Buck up

little soldier

The battle

continues

Feast of Foul Funk

i wonder

does Madonna’s

shoulder taste

like dandruff and sweat

or

the dirty polluted

East Village

music scene

likely

it doesn’t

matter

if she’s sharing

Ashes

as a youth

i lived in the sun

and played with fire

When i became

an adult

the sparkle dwindled

and

whats left now

is

only

smoke stained

ashes.

The Father I Want to Be

My present

Concern

How to prevent

My daughter

From growing

Up

I’m pretty certain it’s not possible though

And one day

I will realize

She does not need me

To make decisions

For her

And

My heart will be broken

And

Maybe words will be said

Still

My hope

Is

I love her enough

To let her

Do the things

She thinks she needs to do

To be the best

Person

She can

Be.

Sunshine

my happiness

comes and goes

in fleeting moments

best caught in retrospect

these moments

where truths

are seen

as eyes shut

against the ever

evolving nature

of

reality

of

truth

of

the ever shifting beast

that is existance

sadly this makes

my

happiness

best

left to flights of fancy

and the

absurd