steps

fall silently
onto the concrete.
echo the solitude-
honestly.
steps
lead you to
where you’ve been before.
lead you there
without.

Take
those steps,
no matter the rain.
Take
those steps,
no matter…..
Wounds all heals
is what they say.
lip service.
no?
but then how?
OK.

Pieces

pieces fall
one by one
out of your day
out of your head
through your heart
and onto the floor.

pieces of you that you need(ed)
pieces that you have forgotten…
pieces of you,
that are no longer yours.

you will be stronger, they say
you will be happier
you will be wiser….
better, stronger, faster-
I’ll settle for the six million,
and you may keep the drama

Peace,
where are you?

Refresh

Hit refresh
for a brand new
point of view.
Try rebooting,
as not to lose your footing.

Or just walk
further
away
from where you’ve ever been,
and travel closer,
to what you never thought you could possibly feel.

Now,
Is a pretty good time,
To visit that cafe
Just around the corner.
To kiss that girl,
Who lives over that hill.

Chase that phantom,
that beckons so faintly,
follow,
And you’ll find me.

4thursdaY

A fog rolled in
Across the river
Bringing confusion
And winter’s shiver

The boy walked up
As she went down
There was no “what’s up”
Or “give me a pound”

Perhaps the Fates will decide
Well before the nightly tide
To cross their paths once again
And allow young hearts to freely reign

If only briefly, through an embrace
There is no hurry, there is no race
the full moon rises
bringing some surprises
To tickle the senses
Through kaleidoscope lenses