Whose Time is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh. I cry hello. He gives his Time a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The...

Through the years you go We are born into the world that we know We don’t remember our very first years In the blink of an eye, that time disappears Making friends that you may keep forever Hopefully,...

  Hills go by  We wait in circles for the days to come We go round and round, and nothing seems to change  Her face is wrinkled and dry  At last her features have become bitter -...

the objective is merriment, a lifetime of frustration. what is the point? if not for infatuation.   it bears repeating of our frail mortality, the most minuscule choice ends...

The heavy sunlight beams through    the varying blue-green waters   carrying the souls of the outcasted on their backs   Each minute rolling and rolling, more and more    Just...

She doesn’t exist they say, She will never exist they say, But she knows in her heart She will always exist. She’s crazy they say, She’ll always be crazy they say, And she knows...

Loving and hating;  laughing and crying;  relationships and disconnections;  these things make up the vessel of life.    This “vessel” as I call it  isn’t always the easiest...

There was a point in time where music meant something important. It was raw and vulnerable and full of soul. Singers played their instruments instead of using technology to create sounds. The artists could...

Your veins have begged you to run since the first beat of your heart. It’s a call you can’t ignore forever, but after three hours of driving toward Anywhere North Of This God-Forsaken Place,...

The sun’s descent beneath the clustered buildings of Paris gave confidence to all night’s shadows, even the most fickle in spirit, and they drew to huddle amongst the tattered scraps of paper and piled...

I could tell you to smile, To let your tear stained face go dry, Because there is so much in the world to look forward too, To cheer up, Because the sun is shining high and the birds are singing...

I struggle to decide if the significance of life outweighs its brevity as I stand in a crowded subway station, shoulders hunched and surrounded by people with different lives and families and late-night...