running

I don't know what I want,
but I want to get away.

I don't know where I'm going,
but I've lost the urge to stay.

Open your arms and I'll come,
carry me far from here.

Let's make a new path,
without malice or fear.

disillusioned

Shades of gray,
penciled in.
When ink would
have made
things much
clearer.

blocked

Having trouble putting pen to paper lately, especially today.
What is it that i suddenly have what could easily be inspiration, but no words?
That my desire to write is met with blank paper? Even my usually random and somewhat innocuous ramblings are non existent...

blanks

a blank page,
a new day...
not blank any more though
from the moment i awakened,
pen was set to paper...

written october 20, 2003

winter 07

I know you are there.
I know what you've done.
You're a part of my life,
but I've made you so small.

So why don't I change?
Many tell me it's not wrong,
but by whose standard, dare I say?
You should be my guide.

My life is to simple, to easy, you see.
I lean every which way, but up.


incomplete or unpolished from winter 07(?)

For Amy

is this obsession real? this love that he feels.
have we invited a spook or a spark?

can we ever know the true course of a thought, a gaze, a heart?

to ask that we stay, to know where we aren't,
to permit that he go, my eyes to awake.



Written April 2006 for my friend Amy. Contemplating relationships and the possibility that what we feel, hear, and percieve are not always the truth.

Sunset over the city

I love driving into downtown after work. The sun setting behind me paints such a beautiful picture. Giving life to buildings that hide all day.
I can't recall the number of times I have wished that I could just stop in the middle of Jarvis Klapman and capture the skyline with my camera....

Vibrant colors reflected on silvered windows;

Golden highlites touch the edges of brick and mortar,

making buildings pop from the darkened sky.

And in my rearview mirror,

the true image of God's handiwork;

Which no manmade object could e'er imitate.