World Divided 

Voice raw with pleading,

Divided by heart’s cages. 

Reach through and touch me. 

Waxing and Waning

The words to that song,

The smell of you on my skin,

This smoke in my eyes. 

Gone Fishing 

In this year to come,

The year of my silence,

I will be filled with wordless songs

And unspoken sonnets. 

In the year of my silence, 
Things broken will burn 

And out of death and ash will things be born 

In the year of my silence,
Devotion will cease to be offered to unavailable lips 

And only love will learn to spill from these neglected veins. 

In the year of my silence.


Wayward Angel 


My wayward angel,

When will you stop your suffer?

Let me carry you. 

Deception in Am

What is betrayal?

The color of sorted lies. 

I know what you did. 

The Willow by the Brook

What “rue” has done me?

Given to me by bent song. 

Drowned, Ophelia.

Santa Fe Trails

Not quite memories,

This place where love was growing,

But Past met our end. 

Today is the day…


I took this last breath.

My story has come to rest.

Today was the day.

Double Fisted Afternoons

Songs about six strings. 

Never wanting to go back,

But pain is my name. 

Hidden Things

Do I have to tell?

The pit that you left in me?

I want to be loved. 

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