Hand In Hand - February 28, 2016


I wanna hold your hand.
But will you pull your weight?

To live as a puppet
Controlled by a puppy
Is a future I�d prefer
Not to consummate.

I wanna hold your hand.
But will you tighten your grip?

The Stockholm captor
Captivates the captive,
Defining confinement
A partnership.

I wanna hold your hand.
But will you mind what I hold?

A balloon and a pencil
To fulfill my purpose
To etch in the sky
A story untold.

The former is filled
With piping hot dreams
As a ladder for the latter
To reach the sun�s beams.

I wanna hold your hand.
But will you come fly with me?

Morning Alarm - March 11, 2012

By the second beep of my alarm,
I’m on my feet to escape harm.
Once it sounds, I know I’m doomed;
I must awaken before I’m consumed.

The alarm’s turned off at such a blinding speed
And then followed shortly by a slow stampede
Back to bed, back under my cover,
Back to dreams I must rediscover.

Dreams Spill - January 10, 2011

When you wake up,
Be sure to lay still
Lest your dreams spill
Out like a cup
From a drink offering.