Some poems by Dave

When I look at you Days past settle like fog on a cool morning Obscuring my path Showing only the outline of you A ghost in the mist. I...

The fog of unsolicited thoughts thickens quicker than reason thaws. Hesitant heroes enter on person-hood's plea to attempt quiet to c...

A tire spins Long after the bike has stopped Fraying On all sides Destruction visible to all but itself Locked in its endless parade M...

Cruelty is Words without voice Falling on deaf ears- straining fruitlessly for understanding A gentle breeze, almost pleasant, caressing...

I wouldn't know how to start Being Truly in the world Instead of alongside it A diligent spectator Swallowing truths as if they be...

If there is anything in life that we truly need, it is not what we think. The needs we know are mere scratches on the surface of our soul...

What happens when you go to sleep And you don’t dream? What happens to all those thoughts you should have, could have, would have had Had...