Reach for the sky

The grass looks longingly up toward the oak tree
Its branches, towering fingers, stretching condescendingly into the sky
"You can do anything if you set your mind to it"
The oak tree bellows to the grass below
The grass stands a little taller
Until it realizes the gravity of the lie

Coming of Rage

I can feel you in the pit of my stomach

Lying in wait 

Feeding on failures

Devouring disappointments 

I can feel you in the pit of my stomach

Gathering strength

Swallowing sorrows 

Digesting despair

Until you are too strong

Or, perhaps I too weak

You've outgrown your chains

& grown into your fangs 

I have little to offer except my future. 

And I know how hungry you must be...

1992

I don’t want to feel my face

I don’t want to feel my faith

My guardian angels took a day off the summer of ‘92

I’ve been paying for it ever since

I’ve been running from it ever since

I know it’s unfair to stay angry

I know it’s unfair to stay lonely

I don’t know that I have a choice

I don’t know that I have a voice

Because darkness plays no favorites

And who am I to question?

Who am I to complain?

Who was I supposed to be?

And who have I become?

Whiskey

It makes liars out of honest men
& honest men out of liars.

It raises spirits
& drags them to new depths.

It is a revealer of character, yet not a judge.

Good to see you again my friend.