We weep without welcome

in sorrow

walk alone in grief some


fail to arrive

only pander the soul

to imagine this is all there is

when waking again

the storm outside has no subside

just fury and resonant shame.


Again the walls of midnight loom

a reminder of thoughtful

somehow inherent gloom.

Count the chips in humanity

brushing against the shelter

so quickly turn facade,

the dream of yesterday begin,

tease the hopeful challenge ahead.


Yet why haven’t we stopped,

allowed our inhibitions to rise from the fury

of resilient hypocrisy.

Instead we stay in dark swaddling gauze,

the sort wraps around a burning mantle

only solvent in its manner

a flicker of hope

is a search while a surreal epiphany

extinguish the fire


Yes to life, to live, to overcome

the burden of this self aggrandizing

reality of fear.

Yes to somehow when sunlight breaks

again to understand the morrow.

Whilst nearby laughter in happy stride

cause pain to withered imagination,

look to visualize,

breathe a little peace in

sorrowful mind.


We are as bleak as inspiration in shallow breeze.


Five Minutes


In the time I have to imagine love

I often reflect upon notions above

Those that go now before me away

From the strife and conflicts of day.


I dream in hopes of some shared relief

In a world that seems lost in grief.

I hope and pray that all our soul

Will flourish in time in peace as whole.


Across the planet the soil weeps the same

The morning dew symbolic of this game

We all embark, players each of sweet mind

So able to take pause, occasionally remind.


In retrospect if what we see is truly bliss

Might than we all agree please echo remiss.

Whisper Peace

In the morning


carry your burden


speak with dignity

cast aside angst

sweet morning sunrise

exists to please

the eye


think about now

change only a somehow

if it isn’t an allowance

toward peace,

to shed our mortal soul

of the lunacy

of lost innocence,

to return again,

to love.

Across The World


We celebrate together in a charm

A love in wonder spoken free

With added tease in morning alarm

The children horde their candy


Such little cause to worry of their greed

Youthful ambition, the search

The plastic spheres is only their need

While the world arrives in church.


Inside the facade of precious childhood

We do protect, we wish only love

A world around crumbles a neighborhood

In the cooing mist of lovely dove.


A pain exists that frightens innocence

On Easter day we pray that life has chance

Distance Learning

At a glance

horizons beyond

my comfort zone,

I do imagine a prettier sunset

shadows even envy the source

of my contemplation.

The beauty of time,

knowing when it is we become

involved with a sacrifice,

a value,

a heart-rendering reality

that suggest,


will need to be only a dream


for a while,

depends upon how close we are to the


of forgiveness.

Clowns Among Children

We are a sad face

To listen to our squeal

We can never erase

Such a psychotic wheel


They play their stupid games

Each one cruel as another

Doesn’t matter their aims

Just a hypocritical bother.


I wonder what they imagine

when fear is a constant knock

Across the pond the whine

of wives in superficial frock.


Is this a nation that truly leads

Or are we only as callous

As the earth we cultivate weeds

That such a freedom is us.


People die yet they don’t listen

What can they possibly think

A nation that whose only mission

To weigh in such juvenile ink.


Perhaps in time we cannot allow to forget

The natural pain and angst they beget.

I Just Want To Cry

It’s okay

I’m told we act this way,

yet so afraid in my soul,

someone’s reaction

somehow gets in the way.

But it is my own heartbreak,

the ache is real,

I want to only shed tears.

Where is it, who did, why the …


when we all just want to allow our pain

a visible outlet,

the human physicality of


I want to cry today,

eyes well up waiting to

let go,

I wonder if those in my visible world

will understand,

or instead is there always a quiet

‘get over it’

sort of sad.