a free bird

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a free bird

flies through the storm

through the sun

into the wind

high above

watching what’s below


a free bird

flies no matter what it faces


a song bird

sings her heart out

she sings of pain

and heartache

she sings of love

and reaches many


a song bird

sings because it feels good


we must take cue from the birds

we must fly to be free

and sing to find peace



you are

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you are





one of the greatest men I’ve ever known

and there

you are there

when tides of darkness

come crashing into me

when I feel like no one cares

and that my life will become dark

you are the light that brings me back

your smile lighting the world

more than even the sun and the stars can

you make me feel





when no one else can

when I don’t want to

and when I feel like I no room to grow

you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me

and also the worst

because you are more to me

than I am



when you ignited my soul

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when you ignited my soul

you taught me how to feel

I know you didn’t mean to

but you did

your blue eyes piercing mine

like none had ever done before

I want you to feel my warmth

but you don’t

it’s cold

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it’s cold

that’s all I remember
the words whispered in my ear
by the icy breeze
that brought with it a raging winter storm

I had never been so cold before
my feet frozen to the ground
like a wintery snowman
who cannot move until the sun warms him

the coldness trickled up my body
until my heart becomes solid ice
its beating slowed to a calming rhythm
and even the most feather like of touches

could have broken it into shards

the most impossible of outcomes
had befallen me
with neither sun nor the warmth of another soul
I sat that way

it was as if time had stood still

I longed to see the sun fill up the blue skies
smell the flowers as they began to bloom
and feel the warmth of the sun
as the days became longer

but the sun did not come
and the skies remained grey
I remained an icy box
just another part of winter

a creature in its own

unbeknownst to me

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unbeknownst to me
the world stopped turning
for a day and a day only
we were free to live our lives
to our hearts desire

until the sun fell below the tree line
to the east
and darkness consumed
our wildest of dreams

you knocked (a December chill)

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you knocked
faintly on my door
whispering truths that would be lies
between the cracks
in the wood
truths with no bounds
you fumbled on the lock
trying again and again
the key that used to work
it was the only key
until your façade began to fade
reverting back to the negative
which cannot be hidden in the darkness
your secrets unbound all at once
a door slammed shut on your face
bolted down
the knocks grew louder
as my heart throbbed it fought
wanting to find a place for you
but my mind
told me it was a trick
just some silly street magic
so I blocked it out
for as long as possible
until my heart gave way
and I found the strength to open the door
but you were gone
and left in your place
was the bitter cold
a December chill


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bring sunshine on the cloudiest of days


make me whole

spell out my wildest dreams


but your warmth is distant


keep it at bay


the tides push and pull

at the strings of my heart
a dance in which no real rhythm is set

and it is in much the same way

that the tune plays in my head


with each throbbing of my heart
a new silver lining is uncovered


its silky gray tone mimicking every move I make

creating a murky mist in which my thoughts swirl and abound

creating a great wall that blocks me

from seeing any other possibilities


the greatness and joy that abound us cannot be ignored

and neither can the seemingly electric force that pulls us apart


just as the clouds and dust begin to disappear




search for greatness

with your eyes closed