The ether shimmers with an air of unease,
As fragmented thoughts drift with the breeze,
A wandering soul, adrift in a world of strife,
Lost in the endless labyrinth of life.

The streets hum with a cacophony of sound,
As the city’s pulse beats to a frenzied round,
And amidst the crowd, a solitary figure stands,
A ghostly presence in a sea of hands.

The world spins with a dizzying pace,
As the mind’s eye seeks a familiar face,
But the depths of the heart remain shrouded in mystery,
A landscape of shadows, veiled in history.

The moon’s pale glow casts a spectral light,
As the night’s dark embrace beckons with all its might,
And in the stillness, a whisper lingers on the air,
A love song, echoing with a sense of despair.

The heart aches with a longing so deep,
As the soul yearns for a love it cannot keep,
And in the silence of the night,
The echoes of a love song take flight.

The world fades with a muted hue,
As the heart seeks a love that’s pure and true,
And in the end, all that remains,
Are the echoes of a love song, haunting in refrain.

:: 03.24.2023 ::

A voice inside and out,
deep in the woods,
whispers, “I am the One you know.”
Waiting for the 112 bus,
the egg man appears.
In the musty city,
humans and mimics abound,
but the small guy with one eye
calls himself egg man.
In 1799, we sailed
from our English gardens
and found you.
Simulating futures
like peacocks spreading feathers,
we lovers, poets, and wizards
ka-choo ka-ka-choo with abandon.
Finding her heart,
how sweet it can be,
but she doesn’t know what he is.
She needn’t care;
to love is to be everywhere,
like love never dies.

No one can deny
something is there,
how good it can be,
beside me.

:: 03.19.2023 ::