Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

Every priest. Every nun. Every person who has had their share of intoxicated, chemically driven fun. Whether the high road was The high road of spirituality, or the road of an illicit high. They all lead to the same place- Bye-and-Bye No matter how You scratch and claw. Whether You were hated by... Sign in to see full entry.

Summer fires linger out where I can’t see them Their smoke colors the horizon a lead-blue, Heavy and reeking it finds me Until the sun sets And scorches the clouds deep red Blood of the trees destroyed Making tears in the eyes of the sun As once again nature makes mere men Look like wimps. Sign in to see full entry.

What if life Came with a roadmap? Would it show the way To success? Without going to excess? Would true happiness lie Next to the river of truth Or around the bend From total failure? If we knew where that line Between dedication and obsession Was drawn in the sand Could we then choose not to cross... Sign in to see full entry.

The honey bees are dying, Does anyone care? Strippers have knees, Does anyone know They’re there? Sign in to see full entry.

If I think I am That ensures that I am But what exactly is it that I am? A thought? I think. Don’t blame DeScartes He did his part He cogito’d Ergo, He summed, Or one can assume he did, at least. Is life just one extended jazz riff And we all waiting for the last notes To echo off Club Life’s walls... Sign in to see full entry.

Sitting in the dark Smoking rope And listening to Jimi Hendrix His fingers massage my brain Ease the strain As I fix my gaze On a Purple Haze All along the watchtower Out by the Red House. Strangely bent notes Twist through my ears Details strange to my mind No less shine clear As Jimi grabs the... Sign in to see full entry.

Gray skies obliterate the mountains Rain drums steady on the roof Roaring approval for its work. A look outside reveals a downpour Sliding sideways across the valley Dancing with a blustery wind, slashing. It is time for the walk home But not the weather for it. Soon, the rains abate The wind fades... Sign in to see full entry.

Road trip headlights Bore conical holes into the black night White lines blink by As tires sing on the highway It is midnight And the rest stops full of murmuring trucks Offer bleak sanctuary Against raw rimmed eyes Straining to erase the dark And put another 100 miles behind. The new moon smiles on... Sign in to see full entry.

Yellow daffodil Steals the sun And locks it into A form similar To whence it came. “I won’t be here long” the flower quavers to the whispering wind “not long at all, look at me before I am gone.” Pink flowers blast Bright patches into the afternoon shade Offering testimony To their alchemy Digging... Sign in to see full entry.

Flying in search of food for his mate The blad Eagle soars afar Piercing screech Brings shudders to prey. Close to the nest Mother Eagle waits For the day When fuzzy new Eagles Will fill the nest Waiting their turn To take wing. These photos were taken this afternoon approximately ¼ mile from my... Sign in to see full entry.