What do we tell our children today? How do we protect them from a world where children get hurt? Where cruelty, intolerance and unfathomable hatred live, Scarring our cities with their vengeance. What do we tell our children today? When parents grieve losses that we only allow to exist, In our worst nightmares. What do … More What Do We Tell Our Children Today?
A whisper sounds and louder grows, In my ear repeating those, Words that set my teeth on edge, Barbed and pointed, make no sense. No logic to the twisted jibes, That crawl out from the hole in which they hide; Until such time my guard is dropped, Let loose their bullets, in torrents non-stop. Breaching … More Invisible Voices
Standing at the precipice, staring over the edge, Beckoned to take that one small step, That will take you over the ledge. A single step once taken, That promises no return; No pause, no rewind, no regrets, no lifeline, When your final bridge has been burned. How can one ever be sure, Before plunging into … More Standing at the Precipice
Stumbling through fog, steps unsteady, Lacking direction, feet feeling heavy; Tied to a weight that anchors my will, Resists forward motion, implores me to be still. To shrink within the mist that obscures the way, Out of this funk that shrouds my days; Draws blinds across the path that stretches far ahead, Starving hopes to … More Stumbling Through Fog
When dark clouds gather and smother you, Overbearing with their gloom; When chills set in, piercing skin, When hope leaks out from you. As a whirling storm gathers, Howling winds and beating rains; Whose violent force set searing course, Pounding, lashing, driving you insane. Nature harsh and heartless, Life’s bitter curse raps at your door; … More Gathering Storms
I see you I hear what you say I read what you’ve written But I see What you conceal You reveal What you hide I seek; answers Revealed not in words But in the silences I hear And now I see You You were there all along Soundtrack: Can’t Stand Me Now – The Libertines
Image: Ivan Aivazovsky Drifting among the wreckage Of terminal debris Bent out of shape, contorted Twisted beneath a sea Of shipwrecks born of violent storms And crashing waves of fury That carry ships against their wish To murky depths of cruelty Where hulls corrode and dark enfolds The promise that launched each voyage Ships of … More Terminal Debris
White empty page, blank but for promise A pen that is poised, summoning words to flow from it Who knows where they’re born, from which well they spring How they bleed from the ink Revealing what’s within Illuminating emotions that are buried inside Thoughts and feelings that otherwise hide Eluding articulation In a confusing swirl … More Empty Page
Faith and hope carry us along, What is left if they are gone? Fear the worst, expect life to bite, No comfort in happiness, a transitory night. Dare to expect better, good things abound, A flame flickers, briefly, before being snuffed out; Smoke trails fade, memories pass, Hopes for the future consigned to the past. … More Lost & Found
Screwed up, chewed up, spat out, flat out, Broken pieces scattered; Sprayed across the cold hard ground, Torn up, wrung out, shattered. Spun around, dizzy now, senses numb, Confusion; Wonder how, time and time again, this game, I’m losing. Look around, wonder how, and when, Hope be returning; Hearing lines, seeing signs, what do they … More That’s Living!