I dreamed of castles in the sky, Each brick of stone resting upon Billowing clouds to float or fly Above the ground and coming dawn. The streets empty, the castles bar…
Born too early to travel the stars… Born too late to explore the earth… I’m just in time to lay in bed, Waiting to die. Far too old to believe I have mea…
In the flicking of a camera lens What do you think they’ll see? De… On the guidance from your compass… What kind of life you live. They say Lady Liberty’s blind
Blind to the future, numb from the… The traveler’s road Is wrought with misuse Our gods are fewer, our fates are… And we cower from the abuse.
Once heaven housed within you, Your every word sublime. I can’t lose you, I don’t choose you; I’ll forget in time.
The shadows of a former age echo from the contrasting lines and purposefully human brush strokes; an age of refined etiquette, of pristine table ware and crystal decanters glistening un...
Let the future be brief, Let the ending be swift. Let my death, my belief, Be a prize and a gift. I don’t want to wait
Fats Waller The clown prince of jazz. We never truly learned to Appreciate you. Leaves
Another year has come and gone And with it I have learned That when all is said and done To be alive is to be burned. You might think you can prevent th…
Would I go back to yesterday, That pathway of my life unmarred By bleak glimmers of futures barre… And writings left to say. How would I act to such a stretch
Grasp firmly your blade, my lad, Let fly your tattered colors, Let go of the life you once had And get ready for the others That await you just beyond those h…
Two steps forward, none behind, Hark the symbols, mark the signs Of endless loops and endless times Of infinite pathways and lines That lead us to now and forever,
A mournful crooning fills the air, It’s quiet desperation Defies earthly sensation; It’s longing more than I can bear… A voice? Or hanging prayer?
Whisper something soft and low, Whisper something sweet and true, Whisper what I’d never know Unless it was whispered from you. Whisper how you really feel,
Stars were once a skyward chart That all could look above and see. The lights would guide lost and we… Wanderers, searching for a start. A beginning is hard to find