Sunday, December 25, 2005



all I want
for Christmas...

is to be
a kid again

Thursday, December 01, 2005



I said:
all we are
is blips on a radar screen
waiting to touch down

some will make it home safe
others will crash and burn

She said:
what we are
is stars
in the evening sky!

Tuesday, November 29, 2005



For Dee

I know
that sometimes we must love
those whom we do not love

and give up what we want
for what we need.

You can live a lie
... but can you fight the truth?

Monday, November 28, 2005



You are the potter
I am the clay

... how many of me will you make
before you master your art?

Saturday, November 26, 2005



they say there are plenty
more fish in the sea

... but will they be as big
as the one that got away?

Friday, September 30, 2005



blow out the candles
wish for something nice

... how about another
roll of the dice?

Friday, September 23, 2005



I'm not asking for a lot.

Does it cost you so much
to give me so little?

Does it really?

... or are you simply
out of change.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005



rain comes down
pitter-patter, pitter-patter

quenching, invigorating
dislocating, destroying

... like the love
that once drenched me

Tuesday, August 30, 2005



The scissor blades of time
keep snipping away
at my life.

I have to hurry;
I must find peace, love
and a hundred other things

... and somewhere in there
I must find myself.

The art of living
is not to succumb
before your time here is over.

Saturday, August 13, 2005



she is
the brightest flower
in the garden
of my life

but the brightest
is not always
the most fragrant

... and the fragrant ones
often have thorns

Monday, May 16, 2005



sometimes I feel I don't need love
I really don't

because love is an antidote
to loneliness

... and I am not lonely
I am alone

Friday, April 15, 2005



and so we play this game called life
no spectators, only players
you and me
all of us

as with every game
if the losers don't play
the winners won't win

but sooner or later
the champion will falter
and the underdog
will have his day

but the game is still lost

for it's only really won
when you don't have to play anymore

Friday, April 01, 2005



Life becomes so much easier
when you accept the fact
that nothing you have
is really yours.

Not even the ones you love

... for they are like the waves
that break gently upon the shore
soaking your feet in their cool embrace
as you walk along the sand
alone.

Sunday, January 02, 2005