Running Through The Trees


Running through the trees
My soul searching for a respite
Naturally purifying my existence
Exchanging dialogue to acquit
Exhaustion overcoming me
Finding peace through sweat
Closing my thoughts to ugliness
Our beauty perfected within the typeset


I Don’t Really Have An Answer, Ma’am


I don’t really have an answer, Ma’am

I’m struggling to survive, just like you

A little poetry, doused with morning coffee

I hope to find the strength to make it through

Ponderosa Pine / Vanilla Latte


Ponderosa pine / vanilla latte
Gravensteins falling from my eyes
New world ideals coming to roost
Spring’s leaves rustle up & die
Nature overcoming this city life
Count a penny twice before you call
She could have been a shining beauty
Left alone with nothing to do but bawl
The mountain stands watch by night
Stoic wagon-wheels to be forever spared
Dealing with relics & antique china
Listening, but never knew you cared
Revisiting vast ideas in the flames
Savor my kiss, for they will be few
(I don’t know) how to talk to single women
You’ll be self-indulgent when you’re through