A Kind of Diary

Our stranger walks Lowered head, shoulders stooped Eyes fixed on no point but down Tasting a bitterness we cannot know Carrying a load we cannot… Read More »March of The Damned

Feelings have a way of letting themselves be known… Sometimes its best to hide things until you’re sure, sometimes its best to shut up and keep things locked away. I decided that I had to at least get THAT sentiment out so I can start writing again

Needed a break from work… and a conversation inspired this one

waking suddenly alone Such distance forged between us; both inches of cold impassable bedsheet, Rumples impossible to ascend. No hiking equipment with which to assist my journey Failure; through lack of preparation? Embarking anyway, believing the goal attainable Believing? Feeling… Expecting at least. Supported by a thousand watching friends So frigid the coldness between here… Read More »Such Distance

Reaching from the corner Enormous crushing hands Grabbing, holding, restraining Constricting and stiffening Belonging not to animal nor creature No childhood monster reaches forth No disembodied evil apprehends Yet reaching from the corner Curling fingers of doom Thick knuckles defying resistance I’m crushed in the palm of angry silence.

First in a while – another txt poem I never sent…

I crave the chance to play guitar more often

I wake each morning alone Sunlight highlights my world With accented tones of newness In this new day unfurled It isn’t that I’m solitary You’re beside me all the while But my new start brings no happiness Unaccompanied by your smile I walk my path quite blindly Taking chances when I turn And you watch,… Read More »Unnaccompanied

Two worlds Both mine Make an impact Make some time Smile contently That’s the sign That all is good here All is fine. Take a moment Feel resigned Both worlds are broken And both, are mine.

Can’t say the right thing As Curt or as Doof I don’t have the answers So I just stand aloof You don’t want my sympathy Nor a cynical bluff Whatever you do need I haven’t enough My wit unamusing My worry too vague You won’t give a name to Those things that do plague Won’t… Read More »Curt or Doof