
Irish night
with a few black beers for luck
stood elbow to elbow
in the midst of strange drunkards
three sheets to the wind
placing little wagers before the clock struck
and the tender turns us away
like the last three nights we’ve been

Irish night
with a few black beers for luck
stood elbow to elbow
in the midst of strange drunkards
three sheets to the wind
placing little wagers before the clock struck
and the tender turns us away
like the last three nights we’ve been

Dead of winter
as the winds howl
I’m still out there searching for you
footprints quickly cover
forgetting how far I’ve come
my hands, no longer feel
my breath, stolen
my eyes, blinded by this storm
my heart, almost empty
my will…unbroken

Insight emerges out of silence. – B. D. Schiers

Without great solitude, no serious work is possible. – Pablo Picasso

I’m looking around,
at him, at her, at them
mad, confused…mostly scared
of something that may not even be there
and all I can think about is you

Under this street light
pouring down rain in the cold
alone, and done wrong

When you doubt yourself, you contradict the value you already possess. You’ve come this far, you’ve made it halfway. So, why stop? You got this! Remember, you can achieve anything for no other reason than because it’s you and you will. – Ash

Like a bottle in a vast ocean…I’m drifting
further and further from your beautiful shore, I float
my body breaking against violent waves
which pull me far far from the horizon
alone, I wade, no one around to hear me
for the longest days…the darkest of nights,
Oh, how I’ve prayed to be rescued
pulled ashore only by your hand
chipped and weathered
most of me empty,
nothing left but a note
two words I’ve carried with me for so long
hoping someday my message would reach you
fall from your lips and into your broken heart
…I’m sorry

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. – Edith Sitwell

Hey everybody,
Well, well, well…look who it is? I’m sorry, I truly am, please forgive me as real life is a distraction to kill all creativity. Yup, this past week, ah…nutzo, once again. But hey? I survived, I’m here, and I’m ready to share with you lovely folks another Shade of Ash. This time, inspired by a walk. A walk I took yesterday in the foggy mist which got me thinking.