::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


The words she cannot say aloud.


Desperate eyes plead against

one cold hardened stare.

Broken under derision. 

Nights spent awake

in silent darkness, waiting.   

god left this place long ago

with trembling hands a prayer

rises with the smoke

a breath cut short in the darkness

as lungs dare not move under

clenched fists.

and with the sunrise

peace for a short while.






 For those who suffer:: seek out help, the prayers of many are with you.



Thursday, October 2, 2008

Angel on the sea

Water runs red
As I wash today's dead
from these dirty bloody pocket.

I've been fighting all my life
to somehow stay alive
and all I've got today
are these dirty bloody pockets.

I'm fighting off the waves
God's threat to me each day
Some say I'm just crazed

but I can hear the angel


I sit perched precariously,
where the rocks meet the sea,
and she sings,
with a song on the wind

follow me, 
I'll show you places you could never see
places you could never see

sing for me
I'll bring you riches you could never dream
riches you could never dream

I take her hand
and with one deep breath we're flyin so high.

we're so high
we're so high

and I'll dance with you tonight
and we'll sing to the sky
and when we stopped
the gods, they cried.


Raindrop, Falling
Raindrop, Falling
a perfect image of life 
until it collapses
in a splash of glory
mesmerizes my mind
mesmerizes my mind

raindrop, falling
raindrop.  falling.
like an angel from the sky
and we all look up
and wonder why
our lives just seem
to fly by

we've got raindrops in our eyes
we've got raindrops in our eyes

everyone tries
when an angel dies
to find the light
within her eyes

but all we can see
is the rain in the sky
and that perfect image of life,

*cause I love to sing!*

Jazz, Coffee and Hope

Theres somethin about the soothin sounds of jazz, 
makes me want to open up a midnight coffee shop, 
makes me want to stand up and sing about hope to the world,

Theres somethin about the soothin sounds of jazz,
makes me want to let my hips sway and dance away 
makes me want to let my fears loose and my voice out

Theres somethin about the soothin sounds of jazz. . . 

darlin you cant go on hiding from the world

i want to dance with you, is that too hard? 
to spend a night back in your arms?  
 want to sing to you my favorite song 
and smile again as you sing along.  
I want to laugh with you in the dark as we run away from being adults.  

I want to let my fears go and hope for love, 
but it seems now that i'll always be alone
or will we just continue waiting for a better chance?

with a smile you can take my breath
 and i feel like a child again
always learning, playing, loving and so very full of love, hope, joy--