Pointed ears, with rounded fur edges

Compassionate, and sweet face

Overly happy, excited and perky


On four legs, his light paws prance around with the best of them

A spirited little dog

Who barks his own grounds

Yet, softly hinders himself when the bigger dogs bark louder


His chocolate brown fur

Tinted with a shimmer of gray

Soft wet noes, and pink tongue

both touch my hands, and tickle my toes. 


Thank you for a sweet little time, 

Such a cute dog

One called



Delusional Fog

The Inner changes

Reflect on others


I wish I could erase.

But maybe there is no point


if that is just something to focused on

while in reality


we are trapped

lost, and regrettably




This line that seems to drive most

Has ran out of gas

fallen short of picking me up

The ignition to my life seems burned oh so many times.



For what reason

I have yet to find


The whirlwind of disconnect

Chase my every move


As if waiting, planning my next




before I even set my direction.





Accomplish what?


I have yet


to find


and search



All I know now,

is that I


mixed between to many obstacles

find myself not


chaotic but





To dream away

the problems of the present

and distant future.


The easy rhythm of my head upon the pillow

But yet the fog finds me distracted


between the two

How far will I climb


How long shall I wait

These questions

know not the answers.


to uncover

the mysteries

is part of the