The Next Day (Why Paris?)

When sun arose to widen sleepy eyelid

A calm begun soon turned memory horrific

We wake shadowed in darkness, a slow embrace

Shattered dreams begun inside stranger despair.

The news however distorted cannot rid

Crying heart, confused eyes, reality’s prolific

Mastery of human nature’s fallible race.

Once thrive her eyes this morning lacking air.

No longer are minds able to disappear

Find shelter beyond the torment of confusion.

Instead again it is sadness, our tears release

That city of lights, extinguished incessant fear

Will rule the day, while gathered in circular motion

We wander, wonder, watchful, gasping for peace.

Hearts Will Cry


Lives are always lost,

that’s nothing new,

we just go on again,

face a new day,

let the sunlight brighten

our lovely sunroom.

Just don’t turn on the news,

stay away from the internet,

water your flowers,

hold court with your pets,

read a newspaper … wait,

only the comics today.

Stay away from the front page,

because the people are dying,

those lives that lived with happiness,

today are bleak and they will cry,

they will shed tears,

until they no longer

can imagine where another

will run its course slow

along a red swollen cheek.


I know that we are a world

that forgives the pain

we bring upon one another,

but what about the others.

What about those we

will never ever know who


There’s a child running outside

whose parent will die tonight,

and he’ll never understand why,

just, that, well, that’s how we live.


But over here we don’t …

live that way I mean.

We water our plants,

bring the shades down

a little privacy on a sunny day,

romantic as hell.

That’s not any hell we can ever

know in the direct fire of war.

Unless, finally one day,

we realize somehow,

we are all related and responsible.

We are all part of the problem,

the human race; hearts will cry.

Yesterday’s Lives



I recall

a crisp morning

listening to the radio

describe Bobby Kennedy’s iron lung

By the end of the day

I was listening to music again.

Yesterday, and probably later on today lives

will be lost at the hands of war

all of which are names we don’t know.


Yet, in the blogs and commentaries

the incessant threads that expose our world,

in news reports and cocktail hour chats

the name ISIS will become familiar,

Kurdish, Gaza, Ukraine, Israeli, Shiite,

Crips, Bloods, Disciples, Latin Kings,

Jihad, Taliban …

White, Black, Hispanic, Russian, Somali, Asian,

Native American


Some names we know,

they live nearby,

walk the same streets as you and I

on any given night,

we read about their activities,

still far across the city,

distant identities across the world,

seemingly wanting the same

still not walking in stride,



We are a talented animal,

with our flaws and successes,

we conveniently forget

matters of hurt.

Wherever our world exists

we must always respond

to the reality around us.

In my own backyard,

I worry  about flowers and trees,

while in a nearby war zone,

families cry for each other’s lives.

We must never forget

yesterday’s lives.