All that we’ve become

Time may change us

And all that we’ve become

Suddenly all of the scars

The battle wounds

We’ve inflicted on one another

Pales in the light of this New


I think about all that we know

All of you

And I think

How lucky I have been

To see all of us happy

All of us cry

To see us dancing



To see you singing

I think about all of us working the front lines

Those who are in face masks

How all you see are eyes

But you learn you can see a smile

Feel a smile


I think

How lucky I have been ….

To be alive for this…

To see you right now

We are together

Right now

In this night

You’re a good nurse

You’re a good neighbour

You’re a good person

Reaching out

Staying in

Keeping hope

We will live to fight another day

We will live to love

Another day


Breaking points

You walked through my heart

Like Elizabeth Taylor

Your redhair


You commanded

My attention

What else was I suppose to do

I couldn’t live

Without loving you

Live without

We all lived

Now I’m dying


I still find pieces of you

Pieces of me

Of us

Inside all my notebooks

Mexican takeout Scribbled

I try to order the write


Hoping to bring them together

But I know

I know

Feel Free

Maybe the ocean runs out of breath and that’s why it keeps crashing against the shore


Maybe we were meant to be free,

Maybe it’s a look that lasts longer than it should

All the champagne

All the lights

Pack my bags

The streets in this town

They all are leading out

She feels free

It was just her lips

A kiss

Couldn’t turn around

The universe in her eyes

Feel the ocean in her skin

Crashing against the shore

Anchored together

Forget the night

Everything is

Everything is new in the morning …

Hold on

What is this

Hold me down

This love

I’ve worked

Long long hours

The expressions

The notes

The wall

She is gone

I’ve been gone

My love

My tongue

This language

Doesn’t understand

I can’t be here

I can’t be there

I need the mountains

I need the sea

I need the air

I was raised to be patient

But what is this ?

Writers tears…

She is


In front of me

This move

This love

Oh love

Hold on


This love

This touch



Someone else

Somewhere else

Feels the damnation

How are we going ?

This love

This move

Hold on

What is this-touch

skin on skin

Tongue on tongue

What language is this….

Full moon fever

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They said

We could be tougher than the rest

We could survive the test

The hot and the heavy

The fluid

They didn’t know

The love starts, baby

In the morning

While the moon is still heavy

Waiting for a heart

Searching the stars


There’s a magic in the night

If you get it just right

We could make it

If you’re patient

We could make it alright

This life rips the seduction off your back

Let’s go find it tonight

It starts with good morning

And ends in our arms tonight

Love me now

Burn me down

It’s a full moon fever

It’s a river

It’s a storm

We’re just survivors of the norm

Blue Skies Blue

Early one morning

With the blue skies blue

The morning somehow knew


She turned around

She kissed me

She said we would be together another day

Another moon


And all this time

The politics fell

Like an ax in a field


Later I tried to find the words

In my mouth

They never came


She said he packed his bags

He left

And she never really knew why

Pulling her shirt over her head

Lighting a third cigarette

The one who loves the most

Has the least power

So from here on out

She says, while kissing me…

She is going to love, just a little less than that….


I ran in to him at a bar across town

Playing the blues, with a new harmonica now…

The sound isn’t quite right

He’s like a new orphan

In a new home

News travels slow

And faster than light

In this small town

But the headlines

Like headlights

Just give you the edge of the truth


And I wonder if we ever really hear each other

Or if we are like that truth

Somewhere at the edges

Never really seeing

Never really hearing

Just comfortable

But not vulnerable

Maybe authenticity is a lie

Maybe we tried


She packed her bags

She’s getting out

She says she’s never looking back

I smiled

Took another drink

Summer is hard

But winter can be very cruel

She said I was cruel

A fool

Wanting two lives

My diseased

And my art

I took a pen

Wrote a line

Looked for the corner with the bathroom

Felt a pain in my chest

It’s difficult when you know it’s over

It’s difficult even worse

Because I can’t separate my disease from life

I wish I could


We sat together in the park

We felt a spark

We fell asleep

Holding hands

The hospital walls grew thin

The smell of life itself

Maybe in time

Everything heals

time is an illusion

Of security

But even so

15 or 20 years

We will be better prepared

For life itself

Women with men

Hearts on fire in the rain

We lost whatever we gained

Turn away

Our conversation

Is changed

We meet

Where we are

Fortune cards

In this marketplace

Social media in our face

Takes passions place

I give you 100 percent of my heart

Beyond this communication

Newsfeeds shaved her head

Crucified this love

They couldn’t see

Her 50 percent was 100 percent

All she had to give ….

And in night

Under the changing of the moon

The angels drink with the demons

And talk about how

The times are changing

But we are still the same

Racing in the rain

Trying to take the pain

Out of death

And keep our name