2/12/2016

Long week ends in style
Endless joy starts with endings
Start the bells anew.

2/9/2016

Swing and shake up and down
Headed out uptown.
Spinning flowing round and round.

Need and want turn a phrase
Venue for staged plays
Nothing yielding days and days.

Stripped down skin and bone
Sweat yields hidden tone.
New again a skill to hone.

Racing heart, pumping blood.
End the night, end the flood.

2/4/2016

Tossed and upended.
Scene of study bears its scars.
Combing through the mess.

2/2/2016

The dawn broke on a frenzied plain that day,
Whose echoing thoughts did fact and truth to say.
A solemn wit was conquered in the snow,
And came to pass as autumn's season grows.
Though tempest folly joins their marching band
A lark descends upon the monarch's land.
Caroused he sings a tune of mottled grey,
And hails the word of ever better play.

2/1/2016

Each line of questions leads to an end.
Another missing verse, a mind on the mend.

1/31/2016

Sleep, sleep, sleep no more
Steps raining round masked, naked
Three times through the score.

1/29/2016

Love's losing his head as his dreams come true
it was all due to the radio on joyous safari
are California girls that special to you?
as the party grew around you and me?

People singing and dancing and popping off
memorable moments from a literal party
funny bits, loose, talking and singing aloft
its fun, fun, fun and at that literal party.

It feels like we're listening to it for the first time
though we are changing drastically in style.
Did you have doubts when we couldn't find a rhyme?
Did the Capitol hold back or did they understand in time?

It takes you back and elevates your mood
you have a way of doing that, the soundtrack to our lives.

1/28/2016

We could walk up the beach
Bathed in sand surf and sun.
Surf lapping at the shore
I prefer to walk, you to run.

Brown hair dancing in the wind
Sun scorched toes digging in the sand.
Sprinting falling into waters edge
A ballet scripted on end of land.

Sprinting embrace and laughter
Crashing, breaking, falling on the beach.
An endless day that ends too soon
Amongst the memories, too far from reach.

1/25/2016

Today was the start of a journey
A journey that began yesterday.
I saw someone's face in the mirror
And whose it was I couldn't say.

It takes such feeling
It takes such virtue
It takes a cold hard look inside to your core.

It takes evolvement
And discernment
To ever let it go

And it flies
And if soars
And it runs over mountains' edge
And it crushes
And reveals to you
The self screaming inside.

Today was the end of an ocean
An ocean without depth or a shore.
I saw who it was in the mirror,
And felt terror to my core.

It takes such feeling
It takes such virtue
It takes a cold hard look inside to your core.

It takes evolvement
And discernment
To ever let it go

And it flies
And if soars
And it run over mountains' edge
And it crushes
And reveals to you
The self coming alive.

Come alive in the endless dawn.
Come alive in a rapt'rous song.
Come alive and reveal yourself.
Come alive and become yourself.

1/23/2016

Caged and unchained she walks through the wall
Surreptitiously takes in the scene
Guaranteed safety, orchestrates the fall
Demonstrating secret thoughts, convene.

Windowless echoing down a vacant lane
She hands out desserts to those deserved
Trafficking out mistakes filled with pain
Guiltless endeavors underserved.

1/22/2016

Echoes falling down
Snowflakes on a dragon fly
Wonder glowing bright

1/21/2016

Bullets
Flowers
Memories faded
Granite against a rushing sea
Echoes
Whispers
Rings encompassed
Speakers for the dead
Crickets
Cabins
Badges tarnished
Ghosts and Gates
Ghosts and Gates.

1/20/2016

There was an explorer from Qarth,
who never left fireside hearth.
but he met a fair dame,
who had all of the fame,
for being ugly as Brienne of Tarth.

1/19/2016 - Limerick

There was a great bearded buffoon.
Who shortchanged his bets all too soon.
He wouldn't bet high,
So he lost all the pie,
And his friend was granted the boon.

1/18/2016

Cascading brown and
twirling round and
soothing all the while.

Crinkled nose or
yoga pose or
woolen socks in piles.

Flannel sheet but
too much heat but
comfort can't be beat.

1/17/2016

Rushing now,
Circle round.
Bruce spinning,
Game winning.
Monday off,
Hacking cough.
Minute left,
Missing cleft.

Know where it was and it is,
Know where you'll be when you've been.

1/16/2016 - Haiku, Part Deux

Breathing air outside,
Looks great on television.
Hypochondria

1/15/2016

Friends snap,
Boo hoo bap
Saber snap
Spinal tap.

Hey now
All around
Saving how
Echoes drown.

Evil lord
Hooded Tord
Marching horn
Hero born.

Epic duel
Killing fool
Devils tool
Saber cruel.

Boom - 1/11/2016

Champion

Bang, bang, boom, boom
Battle cries fill the room.
Window left, window right,
Coaches call, autumn night.
Window down, quarter four,
Winning kick, hit the floor.
Trophy raised, newfound fame,
Cheap champagne, won the game.

1/10/2016

Swaybill

The sand and clay were mixed and new but worn.

when ice and night forswore their souls to light.

An echo screams between the columns scorned,

a lantern glows between them shining white.

Two coat tails whipping 'round the bending aisle,

a tempest growing romance budding new.

Midsummer blinds while smoke and wine beguiled,

unfounded tables found are set for two.

Alas a famous two sit down to note,

their subtle scratchings on a parchment page.

her ghoulish phantom now and then is wrote,

his Triumph lost and gone before its age.

He writes to join them now in modern way,

in hope of clearing clouded mind of grey