Nine Years Ago, Today …
I was on my way to Chicago’s O’Hare Field to fly back home to California. When news came of a second plane hitting the second tower, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. Never forget … I couldn’t if I wanted to.
Author: robmuller
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i’m sorry
well, here again my friend said, prove your paces and on the road less traveled i move in spaces that i wouldn’t choose, but i can’t lose their faces. i keep on looking, but it’s so hard to find it’s never in the same place twice the space between, beneath, behind, you’ll find i’m sorry… it… Read More i’m sorry
From My Window
from my window i can see where you were led astray, and all the many paths upon which others lost their way. none have I traversed for fear of making their mistakes – i embrace the fear as wisdom from a higher place. when truth becomes a fairy tale, the teller is a lie. when… Read More From My Window
Better
‘better now it’s better this way. the truth is i’m too tired. it’s better this way ‘better not the trail has gone cold. the truth is i’m too tired and getting too old i’m on a path less traveled, some say but it’s all that i know it’s better this way. if locked in the… Read More Better
Ten Miles from Home
last chance to turn back last chance to go last chance to forget we were ever on this road one love in autumn one love in spring somewhere in between i am feeling all alone and awfully cold i love the sun, but it feels like winter the moon, the tide the pull inside the… Read More Ten Miles from Home
Pieces of You
I believe somewhere in the aftermath, when we were picking up the pieces, a little bit of you got mixed up with the pieces of my heart. I keep those pieces in a jar on the mantle in my favorite room of the house we never built; a house that has few windows. I go… Read More Pieces of You
Rise
Well it had to be for the story’s sake a reoccurring theme through the final take. Now dim the lights, cue the dream, fade to black and cut to scene. Who’s the fool taken at your word? ‘the sweetest lies that you’ve ever heard. A crowd is forming, and the spirals rise. Motion slows, and… Read More Rise
Dusk
Marking my day by the length of the shadows stretched over the fields of my past. Waves of tall grass in amber stain sweep and sway the dusk of another long day. The sun never waits for you, angel – don’t let me down. Counting the ways I remember you after the laughter has faded… Read More Dusk
Life Gets Its Way Sometimes
Life gets away, I’m sorry … It’s only time, but it weighs like stone And pulls you down around the knees No one hears you scream … We all believe in second chances But three or four, we must be blind. We all need devotion, We need the heart of Ruth. If we could only… Read More Life Gets Its Way Sometimes
a new day
If you have two cents … feel free to give it.… Read More a new day
Robert Müller and the Way Home 