Final light

Shadows cease

The long dance of day disappears

And Burns into a final light

Of blood orange skies

Flames of past loves

Rise up engulf the wandering souls

We are approaching together

No mist will rise with in my eyes

Only sleep beneath the stars

Restless for the tomorrows

I wish would never come

The Good in Our Lives

The Good in Our Lives

Whether it is need or want

We can argue,

Your eyes tell of unfulfilled desire

To be held, entered and released

I carry those eyes in my mind/soul/spirit

This is the nightmare of the darkest kind

This is the daydream one only hopes to experience

It is the embodiment of all that is good in our lives


Depression is the ragged shard

Found in the rags and waste

Humanity has long forgotten.

It is the slice that draws blood

Without the cut of skin

Without the telltale bruising

It is the soiled newspapers

Days old but somehow still relevant

Covering the loneliness of the forgotten

It is the vestige for the victimless

The last step off the plane

Returning home from the wars

The feed the frenzy

It is my comfort.


I am lost in the softness of the rain

Which run small rivulets upon your skin

Unsalted tears from the heavens

You were born to wear this velvet sheen

The beauty of which gleans on this summer day

And as rainbows grace the skies

And flowers shimmer in crystal light

Your love floats upon the heavens

Where once my youth once craved everlasting

To be holding hands with you on moonlit dreams

Smiley Face

He pushes his shopping cart down the rutted makeshift sidewalk

Half humming a tune no one else would care to hear

Nothing makes sense in this world of his, but then again, what does

And you, in your hybrid self-indulgence feel sorry for his fate as you trudge off to work

In daily dreams of lethargic trance, not realizing you are any richer

Than some bum with flop soled shoes and one sock, encased in matted human waste

The sun beat leather, one could call it a face, is an inkling of our own mirrored image

If we ever looked closer beneath the makeup we call happiness

Oh, I imagine everyone else must feel blessed, if such a word ever made sense,

But your gods never gave a crap about the pittance of crimpled dollars

Which buy the guilt of your own lost life, as you follow like lemmings

To the coffee pots, that churn away, making the miserable mud even more so.

But keep your eyes on the road, and avert yourselves to the things you call horror

Because those are the very things that are humanity and you have created the borders

And you have become judge jury and executioner to the invisible masses

Who could care not one iota of your ‘freedom’…you will never, if you ever gave life a moment,

You will never… be free, caught in the hysteria of every moment that doesn’t matter

Your own genocide will be the history of your emoji filled dereliction.

The Walls

The Walls

We sit against walls, mind and body lost

In suspended animation

Torn shoes dangle from our rotting feet

Cloth hangs lifeless against the shell of our souls

Nowhere to go but this place

Clinging to this brittle mortar

That divides the centuries

No wars have altered these lines

They are etched into our humanity

the walls keep us safe, the walls keep us trapped

we will never see through to the other side

we will never tolerate this coin

it is the same mint, but always two sides

our souls are the tortured, and we are the torturers

tear down the walls we cried years ago

yet the lost are still lost

build up the walls we screamed

and the screams echoed back

we are the visions of years to come

and we have gotten nowhere since;

this dual is our death.

More is Never Enough

More is Never Enough


We are perpetual motion,

you and i,

continually feeding the fire

the passion that burns on relentlessly.

we are stalks of grain

carried by the wind,

seeking out the warmth of noon suns

aching skyward.

even in the rain

and the beating of hail

we stand defiant

soldiers ready for battle

flying, yet still rooted

soaring, yet entwined

wrapped under the cover of darkness

we whisper sweet love and sorrowful pain

wanting more,

and more is never enough.