September 7, 2008

familiar faces
gathered around old tables
dreams of yesterday.

September 6, 2008

rain sits in the air
I sit, waiting for its fall;
quiet afternoon.

September 5, 2008

both bridges and walls
come from the same matter;
decide which you'll build.

September 4, 2008

We are all singers
trying to hit notes to our
common destiny

September 3, 2008

'keeping promises'
is good; unless you're promised
a slap in the face.

September 2, 2008

undying passion
for a hopeful tomorrow
is unmockable.

September 1, 2008

mangled keys, lyrics
singing loud in darkened rooms
bliss on their faces.