Tuesday, August 23, 2005

My Spaces

On the street, next your 'next to my street'
Is a house that is ancient in ways
It has grown from the feelings I once held
In my dead end days

In the driveway you can see me driving
In a car that was once ours but mine
You can come along if you'd still want too
To go back in time

Under books
An edges of carpet
Beneath shadows
Dusty and worn
Lays a token
I once had worth stealing
In my dead end days

In a picture that's hard now to picture
My reflection is there under book
You can stare into me staring back out
If you dare to look

Wednesday, August 17, 2005


Drinking back the endless praise
Of memories that never fade
Youth and tirless ambition
Casting tall
Over used ammunition

Your heart broke at age 15
When you first began to see
That all you were dying to hold true
Didn't hold
To what others saw as you

Now the moments pass as days
AS does does glory wrapped in haze
They broke your vestiges of youth
And condemned you
To living out their truth

Tuesday, August 16, 2005


Can't just accept
Can't feel

Sleep so far away
On the altar of relief

Can't take it in
Can't accelerate

No smiles
No laughter now
I deny

Deny the only happiness

Can't accept the hope
Can't and possibility