Watching the fire burn in silence,

The light revealing scars of violence,

The bandaged man had survived his fight,

But lost everything that he thought was right.

Staring into the flames, remembering the lost,

Who were told to win at any cost.

The flames can’t chase this cold away,

Nor the sun on a summer day.

It’s a frost that grows in broken hearts,

Impossible to stop once it starts.

Staring into...

The stars are fixed but the earth never will.

Its secrets buried, created the hills.

Unknowingly incuring changes wrath.

Vengefully diverting the rain from its path.

The rivers raged and the banks collapsed.

Lost were all who relied on the maps.

Of trails that were forged long ago.

Trails of where the first flowers grow.

Beyond the shadows and the fears unknown.

The forest where I was never alone....

I built a tower during the darkest days.

A place for the best of me to hide away.

To save my colors from becoming dull.

In a tiny room that was far too full.

Looking for signs that i’d gone mad.

Forgetting a dream that I never had.

Caged and alone, manically pacing.

All the while unaware of the Leviathan I was facing.

High in the tower overlooking the plains.

In tattered clothing ,bearing ancient...

Those that history will always admire.

Are those that dared to play with fire.

Those who will make an attempt to tame,

the beasts that are living within the flames.

To share the warmth instead of the pains,

like a deserts rebirth after the rains.

Seas and mountains will impede your way.

Like the words that you just can’t say.

Through the nights the candle burns.

Whether be summer, spring or winter...

I sometimes get the longing for feeling known.

For someone to discover what the jungle’s overgrown.

The Sun and Moon were but creatures of the sky.

Now in ruins, these monuments lie.

The rituals practiced were lost long ago.

Hidden where endless flowers now grow.

Carved in the stones, there’s an unmistakable story.

Of beauty, failure, heartache, and glory.

**The tal...

With angels and demons, it’s not too hard.

They wear their wings, either polished or marred.

It’s hard to deceive when you’re so deeply scarred.

Man’s nature is more difficult to reveal.

To not know whether man is good or bad.

Is a complicated list of the life he’s had.

Saints and sinners have both gone mad.

I understand the winged ones’ appeal.

Wings that are singed would be the worst.

Damned ...

“Fine,” Mom said as the kids were putting their boots on.

“Stay away from the river, and don’t go near the ice caves,” she sternly announced to them.

“Ice Caves?!” Alex exclaimed. This was his first time visiting his cousin at their ranch. Every time he turned around, there was another fascinating aspect of this rural life. The coyotes howling each night, the arrowheads and ancient fossils litter...

The days aren’t wasted watching the birds.

Splashing in their bath.

Eating at the feeder.

I even have a few different species nested in the old elm out front.

Hundred and thirty years old if a day.

After we’re all dead and gone, it’ll remain.

I eat my meals outside with the birds.

It’s nice to have company, you know.

I sit at my table on the patio drinking my tea.

I hate my neighbors and their dam...

Not all are wired to appreciate a moonless night.

A cold ,haunting darkness that devours the world.

Poor souls wandering the twilight, drunk on the day before.

Stumbling from lamp post to lamp post.

As clueless and lost as the moths circling above.

You take a piss, bathed in the street light.

It splashes on your shoes.

Just a few more blocks, then you can rest.

Smiling as you daydream of the dream...

I love everything about you, let me count the ways.

I made a list while following you today.

I love the sugar that you put on your toast.

Right before you go to retrieve the post.

The way you sing into your shampoo bottle.

And the way you smile at your stuffed axolotl.

The patience and kindness while you work.

At delivering drinks to crowds of jerks.

Every night you lock the door.

I follow you hom...