I’m trapped in a maze of alleyways

broad or narrow, damp and dark

a spark, yet shadows move in

to finish me in the midst of the plot

A story of sorrow, well borrowed

I become another man, unplanned

carrying crimes by one and all

till specters execute the sentence

A dish reserved, and well deserved

but I had a different course in mind

so I cast light in a dark place

to view the rewards I’d taste

I’ve accepted my place, but at this pace

I hope to end up somewhere else as someone new

because my chances have been to few

so I traverse the streets and cities

I bound over sadness and pity

to find myself again

Untitled, Poem 1

The Spoken word version of a song that I wrote, creak through the Rockies was meant to be simplistic, but it has a lot of meaning for me. 

 Thoughts come through my veins

Running like streams

Flowing from Glaciers

Straight to my lips

I’ll give myself to the world

I just will not abide

Freed myself from my prison

So I could live in the tide

Quickly gushing forth

Spewing itself

To wash you away

(And) carry me on

Right out of your arms

Through the mountains

And I’ll pour myself

Into the coast

I’ll give myself to the world

I just will not abide

Freed myself from my prison

So I could drift in the tide

Finding the ocean

To give it all

The thoughts and the love

I wasted on you

I’ll give myself to the world

I just will not abide

Freed myself from my prison

So I can swim through the tide

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