poetry

  • Blood Red Moon

    with a right cross stance
    they began their dance
    under a full red moon
    and he took his chance
    at lasting romance
    under a full red moon

    he spoke the words right
    but she felt uptight
    under the full red moon
    she wished him good night
    then blew out the light
    under the full red moon

    he shed her blood
    turned the snow to mud
    under the full red moon
    now spring flowers bloom
    where she met her doom
    under the full red moon

    now he thinks he's free
    chasing liberty
    under the full red moon
    but her brother's here
    and their deaths are near
    under the blood red moon

  • Apathy Stops to Stare

    innocence detested
    innocence protested
    let's burn the town to the ground
    unsanctioned aggression
    primitive regression
    let's burn the town to the ground
    tell us why we should care
    apathy stops to stare
    as no one is safe and sound

    take the cause to the street
    and knock them off their feet
    just watch and don't make a sound
    we don't want to make war
    we won't take any more
    tired of going to ground
    we're tired of our plight
    we've no choice but to fight
    and here we will stand our ground

  • Double Vision

    double vision
    bad decision
    a collision
    lost in the swell
    this won't end well
    it's show and tell

  • She's Got the Beat

    she's got the beat
    take the heat and
    go meet her be
    sweet to her she's
    gonna be oh
    so free wait and
    see let her lead
    meet her need don't
    exceed her or
    plead with her for things she isn't giving up

  • Just One More Time

    a nice guy but kind of shy
    living in the world and wondering why
    things are so complicated

    a sweet girl with a spicy smile
    gonna stop and chat a while
    about the way things are

    a shining star, a ray of hope
    dangles at the end of the rope
    and all they can do is hang in there

    some will freeze, some will drown
    most will never come around
    to face the truth or take the dare
    they just stop and stare
    they don't care

    no one knows how the story ends
    who will break and who will bend
    what matters is they take a stand
    just one more time

  • Rebel without Bullets

    lacking happiness,
    a rebel without bullets
    continues the hunt
    for joy in a depressed world.
    he does something with his life.

  • Music of Saturday Night

    he played the blues
    win or lose, paid
    his dues, lit the
    fuse as he taught
    what he thought was
    long shot romance
    bought a dance and
    a chance to en-
    hance their love for the music of Saturday night

  • expiration date

    nine years away from home
    a big world that I've got to roam
    got a lot of miles that I have to go
    but I'm down on luck and short of dough
    can't go back but I can keep straight
    keep goin' forward to my expiration date

    a world full of borders
    guard towers and fences
    seven billion line their own defenses
    no one knows who gives the orders
    they can't look back or shoot real straight
    keep lookin' forward to their expiration date

    brothers, sisters, human disgrace
    I got lost in this place
    and I know I have to move on
    say goodbye and then I'm gone
    I can't come back so please don't wait
    keep movin' forward to my expiration date

  • Ebooks for Sale

    I have three ebooks available through several ebook sellers. Here are some links.

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    The Chiang Mai Sessions

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    The Bangkok Sessions

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    Shadows of Doi Suthep

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    A fourth collection of poetry is in the works. "Under Crushed Black Velvet Skies" is my poetry journal from April, 2013. It features all the poems I wrote in answer to a challenge to write a poem a day during National Poetry Month, which is promoted by the Academy of American Poets. I hope to have it available by the end of the week.

  • Promises of Doom and Gloom

    how many heroes have left the room
    after they couldn't take no more?
    what of the promises of doom and gloom
    were they broken when they closed the door?
    somewhere night has fallen
    it's fallen and can't get back up
    and I'm calling on you
    'cause I've fallen and can't get back up
    I'm calling on you

    there are no more heroes in the room
    they left at the break of day
    the silly promises of gloom and doom
    left us broken with nothing to say
    somewhere night has fallen
    it's fallen and can't get back up
    and you're counting on me
    to play the fallen hero again
    you're counting on me?

    this is not where I will meet my fate
    and I'm not taking the fall
    doom and gloom promises are out of date
    they are no longer posted on the wall
    a smile is fading
    it is fading into the darkness
    and I'm calling on you
    but you won't answer the telephone
    I'm fading away