Monday, January 27, 2014

Turbots Creek

I walked into your abandon room

stare at charred pink hair

ribbons that



memories of your pet frog

and you

as I shut the door behind me.

Friday, January 24, 2014


I’ve been sitting here, wondering,
how I ended up in the place I’m in.
Where do I go, where am I from?
All I know for now is how far I have come.
Hopped in my grave, the chemical route,
til she grabbed my heart, and pulled me out.
As I sit, I remind myself
who helped me figure what I’m all about.

How did I let this catch hold of me
and turn me to a ghost to be.
I know this road would always end
and at the expectation of my best friends.

written by Derek 1.1.2013 or so 

Thursday, January 23, 2014


I am nothing but a dreamer,
thinking as I stroll along a lonely road. 

Sunlight knives through the tree tops
warming my heart with a picture show. 

I am nothing but a dreamer 
and I want my dreams to come true,
you know what I mean
so help me see the light
escape the night.

Join me on my trip
remember I am only a dreamer!!. 


Thursday, January 16, 2014

Child's Thought


lightning bolts from Thor,

blinding, scorching power.


little feet and welled up eyes,

a mixed and broken sentence;

touching power.


a light rain shower.

laughing rainbows,

budding flowers.


sunshine, a sideways sneaker,

a powerful call....

Daddy, I love you.


Monday, January 13, 2014

Mountain Climber

A mountain climber

soaring upwards towards

the snow white


Breaths short, yet


Weaving in and out through

pines and birch

etching his way tediously,


perfectly painting his way.

Flickers of sunlight thoughts,

birds flying freely

gliding beyond his reach.

Night befell the climber

as he sleeps beneath

a living tree. Hoot owls

crying matefully into the night

dew drops sprinkling his

sandy balding hair.

Again besieged by the top,

so clear

in the new day.

Finally climber ascends to reach the tree tops

and without falter

finds his dream and fresh


Thou you see my passions never unrolled,

this young poets tale will never be


He is at a loss of expression, and

will someday teach the world a lesson.

Saturday, January 11, 2014




a cracked window pane

rests on cluttered pasts and fond provoking love.

The incumbent passer

throwing a deflated dream

to an invisible receiver

never reaching

that lovely passing beam.


no reflections


as though it my seem


Personal Politico

I impeach my thoughts

veto my aspirations

and what do I end up with,

a epitaph written in

the tide washed sand.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Warm Tide

As challenges become crises and

crises conquests,

the dim dusk light

glows over the coals that once

kept both mind and matter warm.

A lonely sandpiper sweeps

the incoming and outgoing seas of


The oceans of comfort, control and condition

are now the floodtides of emotion,

and consolation.

written sometime in 1979
from "Echoes From the Belltower"

Monday, January 6, 2014


Let lonely hearts

ride down a snowflake,

touching the wires of


An open hearth

bellowing wonderful white smoke

in the air with

messages of love;

hitching a ride with

the wind

and roaming the states where

they meet on a common

and melt together in the summer sun.

from "Echoes From the Belltower" - 1977
written in 1982

Sunday, January 5, 2014


a distant whisper
echoing off the mountaintops.
Can you hear the bells chiming
from a church steeples clarion,
calling for you to come home.

There are times to remember
that leaves smiles on the clouds.
Can you see the sunlight sparkling
on the crystal clear lake
spelling words for you to gently come home.
Don’t be afraid to answer the angels

Can you hear the bells ringing
echoing off the mountaintops
calling for you to come home.

from my new manuscript 1.4.2014
for my friends who have lost a loved one