Friday, September 30, 2016

Self Ubiquitous Behavior

I’ve got this radius, and I admittedly keep it tight and neat. I keep it snug.
I have this circle I fall into, a round peg, am I.
I know what you’re wondering, but old stories get told for a reason.
I’m your favorite poet’s favorite poet, if your favorite poet is me.
And this bag of bricks I carry is proof.
I do it because I think I deserve it. A martyr. Selfish.
I owe it to myself to both love and loathe me.
It’s the least I can do.



I’m so well rested, yet I’ve never slept
Boy, a man’s body, I'm way too inept
Leapt to conclusions, well towards them, at best
I keep missing the mark, I fall short of the nest
I've a wing or two broken, a featherless flight
Taunts go unspoken, straight into the fight
Knighted, or not, my sword doesn’t care which
I swing like I'll hit it, I’m scratching the itch
I’m convinced that my action is serving a cause
But the purpose, it's worthless, I’m taken, I pause
And I know the breath waits on the tip of my lungs
I deserve to inhale it, the evening is young
And the more minutes passed, more I’m led to believe
That this old beating heart has no place on my sleeve
That I spoke my piece once, and that piece was my whole
That I once shed a tear and now I’ve this dry soul
That I thought there was more I could spill, but I can't
I’m half empty twice over, a pessimist’s rant
It's so scant, my ambition, I’ve used it all up
Now I sit here so thirsty, this old, barren cup


Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Three Sides To Every Story

The truth is always somewhere in the middle
Ever where it’s oh, so hard to see
The truth is always somewhere in the middle
Often, though, it's much closer to me


Tuesday, September 20, 2016

I'd Suggest A Mirror If The Culprit Is Your Hunt (Battleship)

Angst is a formidable mistress, my friend
Many a mister unfit
I’ve learned that I’m not to blame for your actions
A miss to a misses, a hit
Ships find the bottom, the depths of the ocean
The captain not always at fault
Starboard to bow, put my past at my stern
Fore I’m left with a belly of salt


Friday, September 16, 2016


Some sense of generally forward-faced wonder
Is killed when we raise all the lights
Two days have less than one fifth of the magic
That lives in this one perfect night
Sentiment settles in worlds you can't see
Be it size, be it fear, be it might
Sometimes we do what we do in the darkness
Because we can’t see in the light


Thursday, September 15, 2016

Band-Aids and Broken Bones

Lasting the least of it, besting the worst
Standing in silence and nesting in thirst
Slaking my patience means waiting in line
The similar magnets, they push from their spine
They soak not in stagnant, denying the same
Sleep through the wild, but never are tamed
I'm like a client, I pay for the potion
What matters is how you would view your devotion
Perspective is all, love, prospectively speaking
Infection means question reflections, no peeking
Climbing the mountain won't always mean peaking
There's always another adventure for seeking
There’s always the hope your induction is coming
That somehow the process is worth more than nothing
That bronzing your name has to conquer the faces
That doing so somehow can fill in the spaces


Friday, September 9, 2016

Dim My Lighthouse

Stone’s throw of emphasis
String ‘round my finger
Forget not indifference
Quiet can linger
The hint of a statement
The words never spoken
Like pounding the pavement
Like bones always broken
A boat that sees nothing
But miles of sea
No sense in rushing
Some timeless decree
No sense in waiting
Sense never my pride
Crux of creating
The wounds never dried
The cries you can't finish
A dream’s catacomb
Life is no scrimmage
It's win or go home


Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Make Like a Librarian

Sometimes, certain thoughts
Must never be thought out loud...
Only screamed inside


Big Times Come in Small Hours

Wee hours wake me, as often they do
Quietly rising, to moonlight, so blue
Thoughts quickly scatter, a roach in the night
Faster through space than a sad beam of light
Wee hours haunt me, a scare in the attic
A dream in the belfry, a song through the static
A pinprick of poison, a taste of what fails me
Good for what plagues me, and not for what ails me
Wee hours loom, ever large on the clock
Like these hours’ dead seconds make more of a tock
Like the darkness I dread resides not in the time
Or the hands chasing hands, or the tick, or the chime
Wee hours watch me, and wait that I wake
In some punctual fashion, as if no mistake
As if all of my itches, no method to scratch them
But all of the ghosts that I chase let me catch them


Friday, September 2, 2016

Worth the Wait

I wrote this song for my wife about 10 years ago, and I finally got the chance to record it. I'm certainly not a signer, but it's the thought that counts, right?

You take my breath away, you,
You really do
My greatest claim to fame in life, my love,
Is loving you
You’re like a fairy tale, you,
You truly are
And you don’t even know how many times I’ve
Wished upon that star

You were so exact
You were so precise
Baby, when you said
Everything is gonna be alright

If I could take, and make these times just drift away
I tried to dream, but dreams would run away as soon as I’d wake
And I have learned, oh, how to put my trust in fate
And now I know, some things are worth the wait
Some things are worth the wait
Some things are worth the wait

I’ve always loved you, baby, you,
You know it’s true
And I could show you so much better than I could
Ever tell you
You’ve got this way about you, it just,
It blows my mind
This subtle type of mystery, it gets me
Every time



It was never maybe me and you
I just didn’t know when it would come true
You were so exact
You were so precise
Baby, when you said
Everything is gonna be alright


Thursday, September 1, 2016

The Cryptex (Misunderstood)

I've scarce admitted the truth of my passions
The fact, the foundation, the core
Never do words slip and stumble out wildly
I cloak them, disguise them, indoors
I take great caution, I borrow resistance
I never return my resolve
I stand a mystery, tall and perplexing
I’ll wait my whole life to be solved


Ready, Set, Grow

My heart sings of destiny, of shadows bathed in light Paths that form before my feet, and waiting out the night Journeys made for chosen...