There is a place Between here and there If you have never been You won’t know where A place where shadows creep and spin A place where the light never gets in And when you find, You’ve wondered in Beware the shadows that lie within Don’t worry if you lose your way For these are …
Listen to your poem until its voice appears like a streetlight against a night sky. Let it sit like a Buddha in a garden, asking you to wonder by. Ask your poem its sign, knowing it will be perfectly in tune. Tell your poem its future, knowing It will find true love and travel soon. …
I will live for today Tomorrow I will have my cake and eat it too Metaphorically Tomorrow Because I will go on a diet Tomorrow I will call my mother Tomorrow I will stop procrastinating Tomorrow But for now I will write in my notebook Because this is now
He sat alone Contemplating As the world whirled by And he asked Why? What? How? And she said yes There is no such thing as a stupid question Unfortunately No is a very popular answer
Dead leaves left behind Left crumbling tumbling In the winds of time
Spinning spinning round and round Laughing screaming hear the sound Running stunning through the town And when your done we all fall down We will all miss the beautiful girl Head in the clouds, life in a wirl And when the clouds roll away A new party girl will come out and play
Just because … Awkward silence Just because …. unrequited After losing interest in being ignored Reflection of loss And then Every once in a while In retrospect Or just boredom Moving on to a new obsession
Falling free The freedom to live as myth The Freedom to be a blithering idiot The freedom to ask anything The freedom to be wrong The freedom to be right The freedom to turn right at Albuquerque The freedom to tolerate lactose The freedom operate large machinery The freedom cry at your own party To …
You’ve lost your memory And you say the sea buries Your dead Your memory’s Your last thoughts The redemption The joy that passes understanding Stolen moments Forgotten And every 7 days The world reinvented And you take it literally I suppose Because who has a heart as generous and pliable as the sea God and …
She filled every room with her own brand of righteous indignation Understandably Big ideas always fill rooms And yet she had to ask The how and why this timber In my own eye I want to be kind And yet I can be so blind Fear Terror All the horrors that dance by fire light …
The rising tide 