The Album

Looking at life past
Looking at life passed

Those babies aren't babies
Anymore
The wrinkled ones
Have both passed on
There's me the father, me the son

Photographs of "pre-me"
Were they the cave years?
Were they the slave years?
Carved out of the time-line
Of my life on earth?

Or practice years for
Today's performance?
My "10,000 hours"
My exhibition games

"She" is there too.
When did the smile
Become a grimace?
Nurture to menace?
Adoration to indifference?

Monday morning quarterback
Monday mourning quarterback
The truth of photos
Now open
To interpretation

Kinda Blue

I am feeling 
kinda blue.

Don't know 
what to do

It's raining 
outside

Inside too

Inside out

Outside in

With, without

Sink or swim

While You Were Away

While you were away
I missed you in a way
That was okay
Because I know
We are okay
No matter what.

What a good feeling
Like knowing you
Will soon be out of the cold
Wrapping your arms
Around the comforting
Warmth of love.

I thought of all
The reasons I love you
And made up more

Insomnia

ruthless, 

grinding

sleeplessness

muting the

brightest light

and sweetest

soul and

most deserving

creature

I have ever met

hope for

health for

her

Miles Apart Together

Lying some miles apart  

No skin on skin tonight

Eyes open in the dark

Seeking your shape

No stroke of hair

Nothing smooth 

No scents to 

Lull a boy 

Imagining you

Missing my fingers

My hair and my beard

Touring your temple

Inch by inch

Ebb and flow

Connected

Protected

Contented

Untitled

I'm in love with her essential
Not just with her potential
And our love is Providential
It's bloom is Exponential

Although separate residential
Our meld will come eventual
Our impatience Influential
On matters so torrential

November Landscape

Tossed another hour

On the wakeful fire

Wondering what in the 

World has just transpired

My body is rejecting

Sleep, ejecting waste

Another enemy 

this time within

I have been ordered

To do too much 

with too little

For too long

How can I protect

The only things

That matter when

I'm being poured

Through a funnel

Into a world

With no escape 

A dreary, bleak,

November landscape

No shadows no forms

No silhouettes

Nothing familiar

To lean on

No hope to hold on to

From my former life

That clings to me

Like a bad reputation

And My bliss is put on hold

As I attempt escape

The stranglehold 

Of debt and obligation

To a world that I rejected

After that world

Rejected me

I'm still held down by

Gravity

It's not the monetary cost

That matters most

I'm used to sacrifice

Filling a hole that 

Can't be filled

A Hungry monster

In A bottomless pit

On a dead end street

In a condemned

Neighborhood

For now, it feels

Like death row

But I know that 

After winter

Comes the spring

I must hold on

For come the spring

I will be dancing. 

Bad Dreams

Bad Dreams

Unfinished Business 

Bubbling

To the Surface

Bad Dreams

Restoring Living 

Nightmares

From the past

Bad Dreams 

Recurring Misery 

Haunting

Overwhelming

Bad Dreams

I should have 

skipped

The curry

December

December.

There is no turning back. 

For a working musician, 

December means 

less choice in what to play. 

Not that their ears are more attuned, 

not at all. 

Mine are.

I dare not into malls. 

The oppressiveness 

of yet another 

version of whatever to 

rob me deaf of my peace.

Silver Moon

Silver moon

December moon

Luminescent ice

Reflecting Her face

Her Cold stare

On these

Darkest nights

Away from

Festive lights

Passive 

Indifferent

To the folly

Below

Sniper

Sniper

Viper

Coward

Fool

Open season

Easy target

Anonymous 

Anyoneofus

Bubble Shot

Troubleshoot

Trouble spot

Turkey shoot

Sniper

Viper

Coward 

Fool

The Magic Doctor

When it stopped it started,
When it closed it opened up
We kissed then we parted
I could have stayed asleep
But I woke up

You're my silver road
You're the magic doctor
You're the silver road
I'm on my way

You're my silver road
Leading me home
You're the magic doctor
You are the one

Like sleeping Beauty under cover
Waiting for a Royal lover
Deep in the dark awaiting a spark
To re-ignite that broken heart

You're my silver road
You're the magic doctor
You're the silver road
I'm on my way


You're my silver road
Leading me home
You're the magic doctor
You are the one

When the lights went out, the lights went on
I tried to count to ten, I could only get to one
When the spinning stopped, I turned around
I never felt so lost, I never felt so found
You're my silver road
You're the magic doctor
You're the silver road
I'm on my way

You're my silver road
Leading me home
You're the magic doctor
You are the one

Everything's in order, all my debts are paid
I'm not looking for reward here, but I'm not afraid
We don't know where it's leading,
I don't remember where it's coming from
But I know you stopped the bleeding,
Kept my soul from coming undone

You're my silver road
You're the magic doctor
You're the silver road
I'm on my way

You're my silver road
Leading me home
You're the magic doctor
You are the one

Scrag

Wall to wall squalor

Still chasing a dollar

But gentlemen callers

Are scarcer these days

Down after midnight

And up before dawn

Picking at shadows

And Lost when they're gone

Skin sagging on bones

Like the clothes hanging loose

She used to pull box-cars

Now she's the caboose

The envelope is wrinkled

Over-used and never sent

The rules of the game

Have never stayed the same

Not guilty but not innocent

Other Things

The poet in me isn't dead

There's other things to say instead

There's something in it's place

But same old heart, same old face

I had no choice in your adoption

You were the choice and not an option

I know such certainty is strange,

And I meant it when I said "don't change"

Down the line, we're growing strong,

Doing fine, where we belong

Wake Up Call

Fucking cowboy snowplough dude

Three A.M. Is pretty rude

Ripping up and down the lane

Beneath my bedroom where I've lain

In troubled sleep while winter rages

at holiday's end's return to wages

Fucking bourgeois sleeping dead

This'll shake them from their bed

Rev it,shove it, beep reverse

Here's the drill, chapter and verse

I make noise so you can get to work

So suck it up you fucking jerk!

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want

I want to have my freedom 

But i can't

What do you need

What do you need

I want to be free

But i got mouths to feed

Follow your bliss

Follow your kiss

Everybody's always 

Trying to tell me this

I can't do the things today i love

So i try to fit what I love to

Things I have

I'll tell you what I want

I'll tell you what I've got

I want to love you

Every single day

I get to love you

Every single day

I want to write for you 

Every single day

I get to write for you 

(G)Every day

(B)Every day

(Emi) Every Day

(A7) Every day brings me closer

To my (D) bliss

One Day

You Say

One of us will leave

One day and

One of us will grieve

One day

But tomorrow is not ours

To say

So why not live today

As One

Come to me without shame

No barrier between us

Approach me in the night

With your need

I will turn and hold you 

And stroke your nest of hair

The outline of your beauty

So pleases me

I press your soft bosom to 

My hard chest

And feel our hearts

Beating as one

i'm Coming Home

Where can I go?

Where can I hide?

How can I stop

This feeling inside?

If i ever find that place

That I've been looking for

I will leave without a trace 

And lock and bolt the door

Who was I then?

Who am I now?

What was the point

Of making vows?

If I ever make the change

That I've been longing for

It might be strange

To not be here any more

Why not my bliss?

Why not your kiss?

If I leave now,

I won't be missed

I'll be doing what I want

Sleeping in the sun

I'll be doing what I want

And finally having fun

I'm going home

I'm coming home

No more to roam

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

||: Fma7 , Gmi11 , C7 :||

||: Ami, Abdim7 , Gmi7, C7(b9) :||

A place to call mine

Peace of mind

Caché

Poems

Have their

Seasons too

Just because

You haven't

Seen one

Doesn't mean

It isn't there

Jumping

I don't want your

Tears on my hands

I want to lick them

Slowly off your cheeks

The last thing that you want

When your cheeks are flushed

I want you to know

In your heart of hearts

That when anything I say

hurts you in any way

It's not the way I meant it

I need to speak my truth

Without you jumping

To the first conclusion

The science of the heart

Is really more like art

And art provokes