Deconstruction Site

How many times do we take
the leap before we realize
we’ve jumped in too deep

How many times do we stop
to realize we need to
protect our insides

How many times does this heart
have to break; this love,
you too shall take

He was the one healing
the deepest scar,
the wound he created,
only to tear it open
as he twists the knife
churning everything
inside of me

In a Sea of Lonely Nights

A lonely boy in a sea of lonely nights
in that last hour of the day
capturing words he wishes he had said
writing them down
so they’re out of his head

Music fills the air
soothing the tension
lessening the cares

Take a trip to the other side:
what makes the other person tick,
what makes them come alive,
what’s in their head they’re trying to hide

While reaching out for a connection
lost and longing for attention
it’s someone in his bed
that doesn’t know the depths
of the tears he’s shed

But it’s still a mystery;
where did it all go wrong
was it this way all along

Thousands of poems captured on those lonely nights
but not a one could do
when it’s just not you


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Retreat

retreat, retreat
settle back down into your cave

retreat, retreat
settle back down into that space you crave

retreat, retreat
no more reaching out for company along the shore

retreat, retreat
no more reaching out for what’s beyond the door

retreat, retreat
the ghost killer haunts each of us

retreat, retreat
stay inside we must 

escape, escape
free yourself from your cave

escape, escape
free yourself from that dark space you made

escape, escape
reach out for company along the shore

escape, escape
reach out for what’s beyond the door

escape, escape
the ghost killer haunts ‘you must behave’

escape, escape
it’s time now to be brave…

Meeting in Solitude

Minds meeting
Words spoken
Stories shared
World is hushed
but inside we are all screaming
waiting for the tomorrows
when our meetings will be filled with embraces,
with kisses,
with reading a silent stare
and we will know what they mean
not just from a frozen screen
but for a reflection of all time

We are all waiting for the tomorrows
We will no longer meet in solitude
but a meeting of gathering
of friends, of family
of warm embraces
and longing kisses

Cold Rushing In

I open the doors
On a winter’s night
The cold rushes in
Exposing the fragility of my plight.

I’ll never learn.
Always the one to run
Too far, too fast
Into someone else.
Immersing myself as I did in the past.

I should take heed,
Call it quits,
Just breathe
And walk away.


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

In the Dead of Winter

Image credit: Alex Markovich

These paths I walk all lead to snow
White embankments filled with fluff
Masking the truth underneath
Holding us back three feet deep

When will they release me
Keeping me here like a prisoner
Don’t they see I want out
The ground is frozen
I can’t move my fibers of life
Shake, shake me out of this frozen tundra
I’m itching for a new beginning


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions: Whatever It Takes, Even If It Doesn’t Take

Start with ‘Hello’

The daily pattern repeating
clicking here and there
looking for an update
or something I needed to say
except it’s gone too soon
like the fading of the day

The truth is there was a lot to say
countless conversations
despite they’re all in my head
I’ve said all that I’ve needed to
so now it’s out of the way

We’ve talked about the books we’ve read,
the music we’ve heard,
how our day has been,
and the inspiration for the latest poem

We’ve talked about the weather,
and our upcoming plans
we’ve talked under the stars and moon
we’ve talked when we first wake
and greeted each other with our longing hello’s

There’s so much that’s been said
nothing is left uncovered
except now I’m missing a reason
to say anything at all

Maybe I’ll start with ‘Hello…’

Words at Night

All the words to say
The sad ones
The lonely ones
The grateful ones
The mad ones
They circulate through you
But never leave your lips
Raging out onto paper
For all to read
But the ones closest to you
Will never see
Those words escape effortlessly

Words poured out late at night
And splayed across the light of day
Words that others will relate
And make others feel safe
That they too feel the same way
Words that will make you give ‘Thanks,
Thanks for today’

So use your words
Use them wisely
Share them with those you love
Share them with your friends and family
Share them with the world
Let them see
Just what you feel
Spark them with your electricity

Destination Yesterday

The phone booth crashes into my yard
I’ve seen this play out before
stepping inside, I reach for the receiver
and browse the years to rediscover

Should I dial that year
when I had my first kiss
Should I dial that year
when he made me felt squeamish

Should I dial that year
when I thought I found love
Should I dial that year
when his body fit like a glove

Should I turn back
when things didn’t quite feel right
Should I turn back
when I should have put up a fight

If my destination was yesterday,
which yesterday would it be
or would I stand exactly
where life presents me