“JEALOUS”

I’m jealous of the sun, for it warms you like I should . I’m jealous of the night, for it covers you so gently.  I’m jealous of others, who get to see you, their eyes are privileged.  I’m jealous of the tears in y our eyes, they will bathe you like the rain. I’m jealous

“Something On The Wind”

The wind blows away my cries as the sun singes my suspicions, there is actually more than 9 to 5, more than taking a shower, reading the paper, fighting the non believers in of a higher spirit, in bumper to bumper traffic, to get to a job that’s endless. All this knowing you are not

“Life’s Reprisal”

It has long since gone, the sun that shined so bright. In the sky above, our souls circle the earth. A star that breathed life, into all that is alive on this earth. Once your eyes closed, the world as I knew it ended then. Now a cold Winter’s touch, lives in my once fiery

“MASTERPIECE”

Just a sketch of the imagination, visualized on gray colorless days. Dreams thought not existing in creation, simply a pastel, not yet ablaze. A water color painting in friendship, slow deliberate strokes of the unknown. An artistic taste of your red wine lips, a canvas you cannot claim as your own. A kiss lingers into

“Survivor”

No matter what grows, from a torrid fire in your soul, destruction of your heart, to the burning down of your spirit. You shall rise above, after the smoke clears eventually, You shall be standing, in the face of tremendous odds. With no hope of survival, you see the light of hopeful spirit, to regain

“My Eyes”

My eyes are closing, not just for eight hours, but for eight eternities. When they open to the heat or to an angel’s choir, is all upon my shoulders. Whether my sins are egregious or mundane, depends upon St. Peter. My eyes are weary from the apathetic visions, of an sincerely dying world. Is it

“No Rest For The Wicked”

I’m dying you know, I’m crying as the wind blows, carrying my tears to far off lands, to hearts where nobody gives a damn. Much like here, the bitterness truly tasted, that which is called life as cold blue steel, invades my weak minded thoughts. Yet for safety sake, I breathe in and out slowly,

“A Dream Come True Humanity”

The comings and goings of life, the ins and outs of our journey all lead to our destination. It is about the human journey, the love in our romantic hearts, sins in our tarnished souls. Yet we travel the path proudly, leading us to believe we are human, compassion in our spirit. Wayward nights are

“Existence”

I’m somewhere out there among the stars of the universe so vast. Searching, searching for the elusive the thing known as life. Why do we truly exist in the cosmos are we from God or ape? Is love in our hearts or on the sleeve what is we take off our coat Will love disappear

“Freedom’s Cage”

It is grim indeed, the more we plead,  the less we hear. Yet shed a tear for the family of man. Hard as we can to change it all, our back’s against a wall. Love must be free, this is the key. If not, hate brought will burn down the world. No more flags unfurled