Thursday, March 24, 2011


Broken arrows pile where cupid fell long ago
I sit beneath the tree where time forgot me
To only read A story.

Beggars walk by with nothing to give but pennies.
And I have my cup out for change.

I saw redemption , she wasn’t on her knees
I felt love but it was in a cage.
I saw bravery through a coward
And a fight through broken battle lines.

I am broken
I am commanded

Gun warm

I walk but not alone
Scratched iris but yet not blind.

Looking for the beggar
To give more than his cup.  

Friday, March 11, 2011

Life In A 10x7

Found some new material
Layin around in my pocket
Behind some lip gloss
Where my life is packed in that 10x7

you  smack me and smile

No lookin back-

I hide the tears behind yesterdays sunglasses….

It’s me and you kid
Alone again.

This pop star beauty

And no one’s looking back at me
Except this one page mirror glass
Broken in the back seat
As we drive in this get away car you wave good bye to me.

Have you got a clue?
I manage a smile
As I walk room to room
Of a broken home
I once new
I escape from the nursery we called our home

I fall to the floor
Where every tear echo’s
I gather myself together
And I leave the keys.