Tag Archives: being fearless

Somewhere, where the sidewalk ends

Somewhere, where the sidewalk ends,

my foot intrepidly tipped and toed out over

a dusted edge;  worn with the

age of ancient travelers and

standing guard for others to tread.

In the landscape reaching out beyond

mist and grey mottled sage sea billows up

in defiance, thumbing its leaf and tendril at

cemented steel monsters; consequently

beckoning me to remain – safe and



The clarivoant sky plays stories of

could be and should be while

megalithic microscopic slither stomp and stray in

a game of tag with memoried moments marred and maligned

with vivacious joy and undetermined sadness

as hummingbird flight trips towards tantilizing

heavens teasing raven black shadows to chase;

my imagination uncaged:

Oh, here, where the edge drops off

stone turns and humble rock

gather to host a trail of events

leading to a brilliantly begged beginning and seeking an

reverently ridiculous end

in a story to spin for another


Lingering, for many a day

I’ve sought council on character crossing countenance’s

countenance to decifer

what words to hire, inspire and toss

and tarry across the threshold of vision

to worlds I cannot see

but holding on to with hopes blade and

verses torch, in this new land of

unbridled horse runners, dog sleepers, and

birds speaking french;

for a story unfolding and


Out here, where the sidewalk ends,

my every word universe of every

needed fabled verse awaits my

next move.


over simplification
of a feeling
corrupted and dealing
blow after blow
to my brain
like a bullet train
of unrelenting
beating no sense
into my skin
sandpaper glass
and bleeding.

the exhausted ending
to the under utilized
of a life
of potential
like a flower
bloomed and wilted
in the desert
the wind to carry
the seed
to be reborn.

the debt I pay
for the sins
I cannot remember
the joys I squander
the moments lost
on the way to the
and the crumb of wealth
unshared in a moment
of greed
held onto in the hopes
of returns.

The unheard cry
of relentless need
for the occasional
touch of mercy
to cress the skin
of my soul
like a soft rain
spilling out over
the cliff
onto the rocks
of lost