Tag: travel

  Same old day after day. Happy thoughts and pixie dust. Existence in this fishbowl world complete. Take to the sky each morning. Fight, fly, and crow. Slip amongst the ships by night, and take a few throats. Love. An untouchable thing. An entire life trapped in stasis. A construct of a dream that in … Continue reading Trapped in Neverland →

  Trying to read the message written in the mists of time. Try to scry the direction of my life. Close my eyes and it feels like I’m so alive. Open them and I am trapped back here inside. Shouldn’t it be the other way? Shouldn’t I see light in the day? Shouldn’t I find … Continue reading Life in Negative →

  Dead lights glow in the morning fog. The Sun yet set to wake, but I am unable to sleep in your presence. Coffee brews, and the mind struggles to slip a loop on what today might bring. Out there is infinity. In here, you are eternity. I struggle between two opposing polarities, each drawing … Continue reading You and everything Else →

  Close the curtains. Close the door. Lock the windows and unplug the phone. Breathe the last breath of an empty space. Smile a prayer and then be gone. Locked-up box of life’s remains will stay waiting for a while. The wind will blow and rain will fall. The ghosts of time will stay here … Continue reading Locked-up Box →

  I don’t hate you anymore. Not sure I ever did. Oh, I know that there were moments that I wished I’d had the strength to shut you out, put you down, and make you listen. But hate? No. Never been a factor. Hatred is nothing. It is uncreation, and I’ve had enough of nothing … Continue reading Nothing →

  Sounds of a busy café morning. Came this way just to escape. A table in the corner. Coffee, and something light for breakfast. Eyes down on your phone, but they take in everything. Watching the room, to see if anyone is watching you. So painstakingly prepared, the perfect picture of beauty. Disheveled, like you … Continue reading Change for Coffee →

  Can`t explain the plait that wove me into you. Never together, at least, not in this world. I obsess over your subtle imperfections, like a sculptor pining for his chisels. Fate is a tempting dream, one that does not seek any of our permissions. It’s funny, the way the lines get drawn. Connections made, … Continue reading Connections →

   Coming inside from a cold, hard day out there again. We live it through a window, a screen or a story told. You step back in and we don’t even know how long you’ve been gone. You’re dirty and tired, singing your broken boy song. They all gather around to hear what you have … Continue reading Broken Boy Songs →

  Dawn comes and the silver light of our companion Moon abandons us for the blaze of her cousin, Sun. We had bathed in starlight only sweet hours ago, now torn to pieces by the glare from an empty sky. We try to hide amongst the mirrored walls of city landscapes. We tunnel deep under … Continue reading The North Slope →

   My hands work away. A willful slave to what I create. I step back at the end of the day to see what I have made. It is a love letter. I wake, long before the day. Clean my body, wash off the decay. And when I look in the mirror the face that … Continue reading Love Letters →

  Thought it would be different. The closest we would ever be to gliding in the silent twilight on a sea of dreams. Took the time to ask the questions and read the answers in the leaves. Listen to the wind’s soft whisper, telling us how we would be. Yet, here we are, only just … Continue reading Born on The Downside →

  These thin lines come alive. One at a time, they get inside. Roots growing from a seed caught on the breeze. A revelation that brings us to our knees. Knowledge propagating in the green. Even in deep winter sleep we find we seek.     DJR - 2023

  Walked along the old bridge. Summer comes and we’re both chasing old times. We were just punk kids. Didn’t know what we would do with our lives. A couple six packs and a bag of weed, an old guitar, and that was all we needed to burn away the day. Thought we were gonna … Continue reading The Old Bridge →

  Heaven moves around you. Light, and angels, and a peaceful soul. I am a creature of chaos. I feel your presence like a second Sun. Make me see myself in the light of your coming. A proposition I should despise, but I am drawn to you. Revulsion gives way to pity for my scars, … Continue reading Emergence →

. Eyes as big as night, wet with tears. A quickening storm. A light burns bright on the horizon. A signal fire guiding us home. Weary hearts, and minds struggling. From the plains, through the swamp. We lost good people in the morass, and the muskeg. Those who couldn’t see their way though. Never thought … Continue reading The Swamp →

  My heart appeals to what you are inside. Consciousness bleeds through every pore, tempting the blade to vivisection. It takes real guts to let it all show. To split the skin and reveal your true nature. You have always remained hidden for fear of predators, but now, I see you naked, teeth bared, and … Continue reading 01.15.23 →

  One dead tree on a featureless plain. Windswept grassland, empty and forlorn. Reddish gold scrub brush shudders under an uneasy sky. Far in the distance, dark forests climb, until the mountains break through to point accusingly upward. A cold wind moans mournfully. The sun lingers behind cover, as if dismissive of this place. Here … Continue reading The Foothills →

  Pushing through the garden gate. Something getting in the way. Look around and try to place the reason I cannot escape. The beauty here is so profound, springing up out of the ground. Never lost and never found. Still can’t bear to stick around. Amongst the green, and blue, and red I have spent … Continue reading Birdsong →