The mountain looks so much bigger when you’re falling

Ignorantly flailing for something to hold

Something to break a fall

Instead of protecting the head

Tucking into a ball

Letting the event run its course

You can’t stop an avalanche

Not once it has begun

People are so entitled

Deciding what they can control

What they can leave behind

Sometimes parasites go undetected

Infect the brain

Cause you to see visions

Of what can never be explained

You thought the cliff extended

You thought you’d have more space

More time

Your body will decompose before your mind

Before your soul

Finally see what’s on the other side

That thing you’ve been seeking

That obsession in your gut

If you find a way

Let us know what you find


Sticks and Stones

Call me your best bet

I’ll get in line

Wait for you to come out fine

From the wreckage 

Of what was lost

Never saw it

But I felt it

Hitting the ground

I’m sorry

I’m sorry for the sounds

They haunt you at night

Carry you when you don’t want to be held 

Force you into a misshapen box

With crooked edges

Corners mismatched 

Holes let sand inside

From the time

You promised 

You’d come out fine

Why I’m waiting

None of us are fine

That is the only fact

In which I’ve never found a flaw

Fine is what would happen if the dirt suddenly floated up

Blood seeped back into broken veins

Hands smoothed over bruised cheekbones

Turning purple back to flesh

Fine is what children think life will be

If they are fortunate enough to live where love is found

Not in a living room 

With open screens

We are not fine

I need it repeated

We are not fine

One more time

We are not fine

When we find no value in a stranger’s life

We have lost our dearest gift

Sticks and stones

And all the rest

Leave bodies on the floor

Life is what You wanted when

You still felt the world had a story to tell

Not an edict to declare 

Please help me find something

Remind me 

Of the wonder I used to feel 

The faith I used to have

That this hope inside is real

A Time Before 

I can’t force meaning anymore

When words are empty

So I’ll paint you a picture

In deep forest green

The kind your mother spoke of

The kind that takes away

Before the earth began to spin

When you wanted to fall in love

People were still friends

When difficult was a challenge

We were still willing to face

Before robot animation took the place

Of the shape of your face

When cheekbones were impressive

And freckles were treasured

Scars were bragging rights

Touches from hands made us tingle

Kisses were rare 

Given only when earned

The world has been filled with nonsense

Most of us are overwhelmed

We’re sedated by roller coasters

Cartoons placed over our skin

We’re not real anymore

We are a digital version of ourselves

And our souls have been blocked by the firewall

You wanted to see me

Here I am


And raw

How It Feels

There is a void

Where your words should be

They are yours and no one else’s

You deserve that

But I don’t know how to express it 


How it feels to see your face each time we first meet like approaching home after a long trip

How it feels to be surprised by your grace each time it is seen without being shown

How it feels to see you looking back at me knowing I don’t deserve all of that admiration

How it feels to wait for your laugh when you think you’ve said something wrong because it gives me a place to sneak inside 

Behind that confidence that drew me in to your embrace

The way you move me where I need to be so you can kiss me at that perfect angle that makes my knees tingle

There is no urgency but its current is strong and you’re sweeping me away

I don’t want to own you just as I can not be owned 

But I will give you pieces of me to carry with you so you may remember that this feeling is real

When you are ready to return them 

I’ll write you a new song 

You can discover a new side of who I am and how we can connect 

I’ll do this for an eternity 

As long as you always return back to me


Sometimes we learn lessons driving backwards down dark alleys at night

We think it is an education

But it haunts us

Makes us relive it 

Over and over and over

Trying to figure out


Following footsteps


Pouring cement into sneakers


Hitting our heads against the wall

Move forward ten steps

Feel normal again

Then our dirt is found under the rug

Questioning eyes don’t ask 

What they see in fearful faces

Feeling the pressure on shoulders that are already heavy laden 

Paying debts for other people’s sins


People like to point fingers for extra work needing to be done

So innocence is labeled with a debt to pay

Taking it on

The victim becomes the criminal

I want my hands to be clean

I want to be seen for who I was

Who I am

Calculating how to get away

Couldn’t solve the equation

When I finally cracked the code

Wrapped my head around it 

All backs were turned 

They faced forward quickly  

Only to cast bitter remarks with forked tongues

When I went running back to the only barbed wire arms that were open to me 

With false hopes and broken promises

Try and take credit for this victory now that I’m on top of the hill

All the violence is in the past

But I remember being alone

In the street holding myself

In a torn dress

The only thing I owned

Your face will not be expunged

It was never in that picture

I have scars that witnessed my escape

And they speak for me

Glass House

Smooth glass 

Cracks under pressure

Lets light sneak past

Fragile strength 




Essential transparency 

It sees 

And is felt

Water slips down

Creating a path

In the dirt

That has coated 

The outside



Becoming a shield

From all that the earth

Can supply

Wind blasting

Lighting striking

Rain pouring



Fingerprints left accidentally 

Marks created 

Shapes engraved 

My house is made of glass

You can see into it

Through it

Past it

You can choose 

To break it down

Shatter its walls


However you choose

To leave a mark

As gently or violently as you must

It will not go unseen

Que será, será

Marvelous Mystery

Let’s take this in

Consider it

Embrace it

Live it

Love it

Let’s ride on the backs of children’s dreams

Let our pride be sifted away 

It only holds us back 

From living up to what our ambitions were 

When our thoughts were pure

We wanted to make the world better

See it change colors

See bad people fold in on themselves 

Using powers for good

Making people listen 

With the sound of our singing voice

Raised like an echo

Sending enlightenment back 

In the form of a feeling you just know

Feel in your gut 

When we were young we didn’t question it

We just stood up in the back of the car

Hands raised to feel the air chasing the light from the stars

We whispered verses to the moon

Saw her nod back

She liked what we said 

Sending signals out into space

Look out over the sea

Not forgetting where these dreams came from

Letting the scales of sea creatures paint our imagination


We should go back there

Where wonder rules

Everything is a marvelous mystery

Assembly Required

Building blocks

Not insured

No manufacturer’s guarantee

Perfect in the display

Not easily replicated 

Without hot glue

Meticulous planning


On towers toppled over

What went wrong

Angry people

Forcing homes to fit

You were climbing jungle gyms

When I fell in love

That was missing

Absent from the directions

Families come in complete sets

But sometimes they come together in pieces 

Assembly required 

When they find their heart

All the pieces move in synchronicity 

It is a punch to the heart

That reminds broke down buildings

Why they were built

How to provide shelter

How to fit together

Why life is a gift

I love standing next to you in the park

I love watching children run

I love feeling laughter

I love 

I love

I love

It’s been a long time


What can be done 

What can be said

There is hurt so deeply cut into this earth’s surface 

That we feel it 

Vibrating through the asphalt we paved to try and bring humanity closer together

Instead we run each other down

Drive by with loaded guns

Killing is common and seen

Shared images created as art or expression

But it ended as entertainment 

As much substance as reality television 

That is running a nation 

Conceived in liberty 

For a select few 

That walk the way they should 


With their eyes narrowed

On money in pockets

Laziness is contagious


The ONLY reason for poverty

Because life doesn’t happen

Jobs are never lost

Opportunity never taken away

Everyone makes the right choice

ALL of the time 

Mothers don’t overdose

Children choose their fate

Little girl’s don’t need to hold their daddy’s hand through life when he chooses to walk away

Everything works out as planned

And no one ever dies

Unless they’re extremely old

Or extremely poor

And it was just better that way

Utopia is real

As long as there is money for alimony and child support

Five different times

To cover up 

And gloss over

And pretend 

With teeth whitening strips

That bleach your soul

But God has an x-ray 

At the pearly gates

I have a feeling you’ll be exposed

Insides rotting

Pasted together with gold 

And pieces of other people’s organs 

That you stole

What is done in infinite wisdom

With divine grace 

Is not for me to say

But you’ll see it in angel’s eyes 

When they aren’t deceived by your lies

In Time




Room to grow


I had it


Tiny shell

You stepped on it

Cracked it open 


Into the empty corners of space

That beg for attention

Stories to tell

Love to give

Laughter to hear

You are a road map to the stars 

Showing me places 

I didn’t know I wanted to visit

Now it makes sense

That was the loneliness

When my hand was being held

That was the not quite right

Smiling in a picture 

That was the “Is this it?”

In the morning

Now, lying next to you

I feel souls intertwine

In all of its cliche 

This feeling is so much more beautiful 

Than the images we have taken

Trying to describe its face

I’ll follow you through this wrinkle in time

We’ll make our way back to the beginning

Start where we were all there is

Build a life

We never imagined 

We could live