Through a Child's Eyes

Some things are better
When they stay memories
Because sometimes
Memories are better
Then reliving it
Especially in times
When the memories
Are of your childhood
And the heroes you once had
Are destroyed forever
And all because
You wanted to watch Voltron...

Future Painting

I grow tired and restless
Waiting for the moment
That I find my purpose
I begin to doubt
That it's anything I'll find in others
But something I must find in me
Tired of excuses
Of holding on
Waiting too long for an answer
So ahead I move
At full steam
All cylinders firing
Letting my fingers be my guide
As I type my way across the landscape
Painting my future
In words and images
On display for the world

4-Letters

Love is a four letter word
Like so many words
And so many things
It comes and goes
And passes like the breeze
But the memory remains
Like a haze
On a hot summer day
With you looking at me
One hand blocking the Sun
Wondering ho long it can last
Hoping it never ends
And living
Just to live

Written 6/2/2001

Illusions

Seeing your face in a crowd
makes me remember
how I once loved you
and could again
but I won't ever have that chance
So I watch
and you disappear behind a man
with thick glasses
and a black ball cap

Written 7/12/2000

Dreaming

Sleep my dear, the sleep of kings
And dream dreams of many things
And if in dream I do appear
Don't be afraid to draw me near
For in your head I am not sad
And you can dream of fun we had
In your dreams I shed no tears
Just sweet nothings for your ears
Just sleep my dear, close your eyes
And dream of open and blue skies

Written  June of 2000

Haiku of Slumber

The wife could not sleep
I put on The Civil Wars
Slumber has set in

- Author's Notes
I don't write many like this, but I felt like trying it out.

Hair Apparent

Hair falling all around me
Covering me in dyed fibers
Some showing their true age
Putting my age on display

I'm not an old man
I'm not a young man
I'm a man who has lived
I'm a man who has loved
I'm a man who has lost

Maybe that is the true measure
Of who and what a man is
That he is something more
Then the sum of his hairs