I don’t window shop

I don’t window shop.

I really don’t get the attraction. It’s like walking around a casino without any money and watching other people play slot machines and win.

That sucks.

I don’t browse either. The only browsing I do is when I’m searching for the specific item I’m already looking for.

I know women like to “window shop” all the time… although if we are honest they normally end up buying something, even if it’s a smaller item.

So that’s not really window shopping either.

And if you ever hear “but it was on sale!” don’t fall for it. I used to work at Sears and we just moved the sale signs around and just changed the percentages…

There’s always a “sale.”

-Opinionated Man


She flutters, time stutters,

then seems to start again.

As she falters.

What started this?

The beginning and the end.

I run to catch her.

I think I’ve caught her.

Can you catch the wind?

She flutters, time stutters,

like I’ve seen again.



Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter

For my wife-

She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.

Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.

The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.

It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.



Not alone

Nothing is brighter than a failing star.

One day there, the next day gone.

Morning light swallowed by the night.

Evening light never sees the morning sight.

But even a falling star is not alone.

See us all? How we all fall?

Impossible to see past our own self.

We are never alone, there is always help.



If you have suicidal thoughts please reach out for help.


I figured out what rain was when I walked beneath your cloud. I walked around and saw droplets falling without a single sound. I knew I had found your sadness when tears washed upon my eyes. They felt like my tears feel when I cry sometimes. That’s when I realized we were crying as one. It wasn’t rain at all I felt, I was standing under the sun.




My happiness throws three shadows on the ground. They extend past my sadness and their light keeps the darkness away.

They make those moments you would have had alone complete. A feeling you’d never know unless you lost it.

Maybe I do know happiness at last.

Each day I seem to know it.