Lies
Lies Fill the room. Well The part that isn't filled by you. True Your ego is considerable Still I'd like to know where these Lies were hiding long ago. Then…
Redneck Riviera
Cigarette boats plow hills and valleys in the blue ozark water, Its trail rippling away at a steady pace. The August sun spreads its aging light from peak to peak,…
A Rainy Night
Interpretation Guide: I wrote this many years ago. I don't remember what the imagery and metaphor were meant to convey, but coming back and reading it with fresh eyes, I…
There’s No Emptiness Like Apathy
After I graduated high school, depression crept up on me like the heat in a slowly boiling pot. It was almost imperceptible at first. You know what they say, "a…
This August Air
Personal Note: I originally wrote this after the death of my great grandfather in August of 2014. In 2020, the August air can represent so much more. Let me know…
Don’t Fix Your Shoes
A younger me, how naïve,And long since dead and gone,Stepped in to fill some worn out shoes,With a hope to make them new. For a while, by inch and mileI…
Narcissist
We see the world through clouded glass, a prescription not prescribed. Glass that often shows you not what's really on the other side. Instead you see your own two eyes,…
Glass on the Floor
Head on the concrete like glass on the floor. Shattered pieces show a reflection from each. Every blood drop shed on the newly jagged edges, shows a different image of that glass…
Missouri
Snow's falling at home, while I ride waves of foam. Further and further I swim, but the waves bring me back again, Pushing me away from the sea, back to…
A Single Spark
Personal Note: This poem was written after a fire that quickly spread across our family farm in January of 2014. It burned several hundred acres of grassland in a matter…