4am Duluth

The city sighs in slumber
Her breasts rise and fall
Ice cold flows still clinging
Another few weeks until the thaw

Crossing the still frozen harbor
The high bridge, strange orthodontics
Silver across the gaping maw
Soon the ships will return

Restless as the lake sleeps
The city waiting above
Low rumbling just as dawn breaks
Always hungry for more





This place you have awakened to

Filled with noise and sadness

Storm winds roar in agony

Your feeble flicker against madness


Bloody thorn prick the vein

Flames rising as souls fall

The walls fall brick by brick

Few remain to heed the call



A Random Journal Entry











Focus tries hard to be heard

Amongst the constant noise

Those thinking they know better

Staying loud so they never do hear themselves

Never realizing the lack of substance within

Bringing others to the same empty place

No matter how many they recruit

Never managing to fill the limitless void




Lessons Learned

Each of us, we know some things,
gathered stories from the past.
Convinced of what the future holds,
we cling to them true and fast.

Standing up for what we believe,
a deaf ear too often we turn.
To every other point of view,
So many lessons we never learn.

Every person we will ever meet,
unique and perfect in their own way.
Can teach a truth we do not know,
if we only hear what they have to say.