[Soaring Feather]

I once knew a man that once was a paper boy
he retired as a Captain in the Marines
he served his nation in Da Nang.

He lost his soul
in that hell hole.

I once knew a broken man
that was once a paper boy.

[January24th]

December has
never been so cold
as the brief
days and
sparkling darkness
unite against
my sun-filled heart
darkening my mood
and demanding
too much of my soul

I wish I had lingered
longer
with Autumn

[January24th]

old habits return
looking smug
satisfied
knowing they were
missed, even if they
were wrong

i welcome back
the lack of love
the drought of dreams
remembering my place
in the scheme of life
and old habits
die hard, if ever

dreamless days return
with quiet promises
of safety and sanity
i sigh and think that
resignation is a good thing
it lets you sleep at night