Must we meet each Sunday? In front of others , we should pray. The man to my left, from our lambs voice is deaf. The woman to my right, has lost her holy sight. They summon him on the Sabbath; but curse him when they bathe in lives sins. Where they never win. I haveContinue reading “Holy Walls”
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Cry
I want to cry. I don’t know why. Shall this bleeding- heart ever die? True blood my heart, does not bleed. But something I can’t explain, does flow from within. this breast of mine. I can’t place it. Or put a name to it. However, it is there. But I can’t explain. April 4, 1994Continue reading “Cry”
Stone So Cold
Blood of ice. Heart of stone. No tool sharp enough, to crack the rough, jagged wall around your soul. No smile can penetrate your fire. There is no emotion from your face. The gentle flutter of a silk blouse. The flow of soft wavy hair. Does the chase even spark an interest? No! For youContinue reading “Stone So Cold”
What I Want ‘But’
I want to write. But there is nothing to say. I want to speak. But there are no words. I want to dance. But there is no music. I want to drive. But there is no where to go. I want to sing. But there is no song. I want to cry. But there areContinue reading “What I Want ‘But’”
Me to a t
Tingling nerves Sane desire Cloudy life Floating will Awake hot fire Me to a t. April 25, 2000 Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
The Covid Lollipop
What say you covid lollipop? Am I sick or am I not? With baited breath I wait. You will seal my fate. I’ve been careful. I wear my mask faithful. Did a germ seep in? Did the virus finally win? What say you covid lollipop? With my family will I be able to shop? HaveContinue reading “The Covid Lollipop”
Plans
Hey! Mr. Boss Man, be gentle with my plan. It has done nothing wrong. All it wishes to do is sing it’s song. However, because it has to visit a lot of folks. Take this red ink pen and poke – make all the changes that need to be make. And I will make theContinue reading “Plans”
Fire on the moon
Like fire on the moon, I am consumed by desire. Denied love, my heart shrinks. Lying! Pinned by dreams. March 12, 2000 Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Eyes are the windows
The eyes are the windows to the soul. Their secrets to life, will unfold. Loose yourself in a gaze. And clear a blinding haze. Matthew 6:22 English Standard Verson 22 “The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light,” Taken from ‘TheContinue reading “Eyes are the windows”
What is this?
Hands bleeding Head swimming Knees burning Pain Starving stomach Deprived heart Sweaty feet Dazed Today is? Where am I? What is my name? Help Sleep Food It is me. I feel better? Bath It is good to be back. Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s.Continue reading “What is this?”
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