It's late...

It’s late on a Friday night, had a few shots of Jack – more than I should have, but enough to let the words flow more freely. Not sure what I want to say, where the words should lead… Ramble on… feelin old – not ready to die “old”, maybe just tired – but a tired that sleep can’t fix. Wanna close my eyes for a night er a day er longer, wanna have my body wake with no aches, no pains… wanna have my mind be clear, no questions, no maybes, no what ifs… wanna have my heart in tune with the now, not the yesterdays of months and years gone by – pains n questions n lost loves – yet they are what made me what I am, I am nothing without them. Yet who am I? Where am I going?

Monster?

What monster roars outside the house? Hissing and whistling through the cracks? Rattling the door and windows? Unseen even in the afternoon sunlight as it growls and howls? Vandalizing the neighborhood with its dominance? Ripping apart the barren branches of the trees as they struggle against the onslaught? Sending the refuse of life, flotsam and jetsam, and remnants of weaker dwellings cart wheeling through the air?  No gentle breeze, rather an explosion of strength threatening to sweep the landscape clean. There is no comfort, no security in hiding inside.

Listen to the Outside Tonight

Listen… listen to the outside tonight
Hear the rain, the patter of drops scattered across the landscape
Hear the drops gathering in the gutters and swarming down the spouts
Inhale the aroma… the aroma of fresh and new
Fill your lungs with it, the freshness, the clean fragrances
Feel the cool breeze… feel the air coming from the window
Let it blanket you, throw off the sheet and let it cover your body
Summer night’s rain, calm and caressing
Bringing on the dreams, the soft remembrances and touches
Drift away in the arms of the night
Listen… listen to the outside tonight...