All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue 

I took myself on a little wander

Testing my new running shoes

The mustard and buttery yellow cottonwood canopy beckoned

Oh how the orange coyote willow glow

The purple asters beginning to go to seed, 

Their creamy puff balls a treat for the fingertips

The bourbon and earth smell of mesquite

I want to bottle it, the petrichor of the ripa...

To learn the ropes of sanity

Among the flowers of the strange

Innocence of humanity,

I wonder down the rabbit hole,

Told by the sun I’ll make it back,

No worries, if that is my goal.

I do count on that to be true

All in a golden afternoon,

Under the skies of cloudless blue....

Sitting on the rooftop I sang a little song

Trying to escape all my troubles, is that really so wrong?

Every time I think of you, those memories flip through my mind

like flipping through a deck of cards, each to it’s kind

your power plays and wicked ways had a tight hold on me

You locked my heart away in a cage, and threw away the key

Everytime I want to break away from your grip

I know it’s not...

he shaved his face

a little too close today.

nicked his chin

and bled a little.

stopped it with a pinch of toilet paper

before the blood ever had time to run.

somewhere outside

someone shredded their yard into clumps.

they’d let it get too long,

while the days were too short.

a girl cries.

you’ll never get to know her name,

or anything about her really,

because that’s often how things go.

but she...

Alone

Alone at last

Peace and enjoyment fills me

My love for me

Is all mine

My all mine

Sitting out on the roof

Admiring life, the stillness

I keep me from going crazy

While I stare out enjoying my life

I gaze upon this golden afternoon sky, underneath the sky of crystal blue

I love living again…....

All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of

cloudless blue

As the the weathers gets nicer

And the sky gets more remarkable every day

We must be grateful for this

For good days

Good days like today

We gotta treasure them, close to home

You never know how many good days you have left,

So enjoy all of it

Every last moment of it...

All the golden afternoon

Under the skies of cloudless blue.

I had nothing better to do,

But wait in my room.

I’d read through a book or two.

Waiting, and waiting, for something

New. After hours I’d still feel blue,

So I’d pick up my rose notebook

And write a poem or two.

Now the time would be around 12.

Life gets pretty boring when all your

Days feel like a living hell.

All I felt those da...

At the top of a hill a man walks to the peak

He scouts for a place he can lay down his seat

He places him self on a chair made of teak

To resist the winds and dark clouds that may peak

He closes his eyes to await his dreams

They day is More silent then normal as it seems

Maybe rain will come about in the wake of the noon

Or a sleet as white as the Lilium that blooms

But to his surprise an u...

All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue.

But there’s no Alice here to ponder, on the vivid azure hue.

Only me left to my thoughts, I wonder what I ought to do.

It feels like there’s no place for me, in a world that has no you.

The color in the world is fading, as it was more than likely to.

Now my thoughts are gray and formless, in my dark and silent room.

It’s hard to thin...

All in a golden afternoon

under the skies of cloudless blue

There lay are bird in a nest, singing a sweet tune

And he doen’t have a worry or has a clue

And his song so sweet as bee

Honey that all creatures sleep good that night

The meadowlark sings happy and free

As the female comes home in graceful flight

The snakes slither wither and to

The monkeys chitter with happy glee

And the tiger swift a...