Northern Colorado

Northern Colorado

You're stunning together
the two of you
wrapped in scarfs and smiling softlike
in that Ma and Pop's diner
happiness fogging up the lens
You found yourself a doll there
she looks beautiful and she smiles
a lot
like she's always happy or something
mabye it's just you,
leaning next to her
smiling too.
Sometimes we all get lonely
the waitress said to me,
peeling the mascara off her lashes
I burnt my tongue on her stale coffee
and nodded.
Sure, I said. Sure

Dream of Greatness

Dream of Greatness

Dream of greatness, it is the only noble thing one can truly do.
Climbing to that throne above the multitudes is unlikely,
But dreaming can make one move.

We live in an age of greedy, self-proclaimed kings,
And yet the divine still walk among us,
Passing by unnoticed, sweeping the dirty streets with their silver wings.

Two Hundred Sailors - Poetry

Two Hundred Sailors

The oak wooded boat creaked with every salty sway,and let out a watery moan as the wind tore it away.Into the darkened sea lined with foaming waves of white,it brushed over the broken shells lying 200 feet inside.One blind whale floated on the sea's waves.Two hundred sailors and no one were saved."Let's tear him down," said one sailor."Let's destroy him, I say.We can eat his meat for dinnerand save his oil to light the way!""Stay very quiet," said a timid sailor."And don’t you make a sound,if we're lucky, he will steal away,thinking no one is around.""What stupidity," barked a sailor."I’m killing 'im," said he,as he picked up his fishing hook and searched the troubled seas.The great blue giant grew three stories high as the sailor threw out his fishing rod,and aimed for the giant’s eye. It was a success, a victory for the sailor's fishing pole. The whale was floating dead when he exhaled his giant soul. One bloody hook lay on the sea's ground.Two hundred sailors and no one was found

Out of Water

Out of Water

Finally out of water, I can breathe again

two years spent at the bottom of the Atlantic,
tracing the arm strokes to where you are

You were far away, but all around me.
I was drowning in your love,
your lies, your charming deception

Finally out of water, I can breathe again
and onto a new world I stumble.

the world is harder here,
no water to float upon, no dreams to lift me up

the waves were high enough
so that I didn’t touch the ground
but not close enough
to reach heaven

The Ancient Raven - Poetry

The Ancient Raven

Stern and proud, the ancient raven sits,
Perched upon a cedar’s fine fingertips.
As the sun bent down to kiss the land’s green lips,
So sat the tarred black raven, thus did he sit.

From the west, blew a watery breeze,
That whispered of rain through the cedar’s leaves.
Rain, it did not, though the raven it would have pleased,
Who sat, ruffling his feathers against the watery breeze.

A joyful tune warbled in a mockingbird’s throat,
Whose little body trembled whilst he held one sweet note.
On that happy bird, so did the black raven dote,
As that sweet little song danced in the little bird’s throat.

Through the bright green blades, a tender flower shone.
A small buttercup, safe from the breeze that had blown.
Though the tall grand cedar, the raven did own,
He could not pass through the blades where the flower had shone.

Full of wishes, the raven began to plead and crow,
For rain to grace the yellow flower whom he did not know,
Or to bathe the little bird, whose song had pleased him so.
So wished the ancient raven and thus did he crow.

Beneath the Cherry Tree - Poetry

Beneath the Cherry Tree

Twin bones beneath a cherry tree
It was sometime in spring
And the flowers were blooming

Our knees buckled,
Bracing above the creek.
Water slid by with purpose,
Through the park and past the baseball field.

Silver threads flicker and flit
I dip my hand in
And they slip through my fingers

What if God doesn’t exist?
You curl your toes over the green edge
And poke the water

Don’t say that, He might hear you
Spring burst around us
Deceiving and Beautiful

Let Him hear me,
Let Him show me he can hear

Sitting, waiting,
Cherry blossoms one by one
Unclench their tiny fists

The creek snatches them up
And sweeps them off without thought
Without purpose.