Best Comfortless Poems

Let not my heart become in my old age
"An empty room, cobwebbed, and comfortless"
But an open sunny porch, a welcome sage
A loving heart to those...

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Pain ~   ~   ~  pain
Invisible swimmer within blood and vein
Barbaric and callous
Dwells within corpuscles
Intrinsic and inescapable
Source of pool of tears
A...

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Homeless...   
           Useless...   
       ...

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the marked must go quietly in the night
without a word of farewell
through the trembled dust
down the dark road from which they say
no one returns

the gods...

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The piercing stench of sulfur and death tears through my nostrils
Angels of retribution spread disaster as told by many apostles
My flesh melts but leaves not...

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You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished 
Captive starving millions
Cry
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread

The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
Their sacrifice 
The living for...

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i amble through the corridors
of this comfortless life
...the echo of your footsteps
meander behind me
in shallow strides
bestowed by death

i feel the pierce
of your eyes
fall from clouded...

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My heart is an ebon swallowed night where nobody ever goes,       
raging in a recondite rift like ripples resounding...

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All joy had fled these pinched, wintry alleys.
The sun had slouched away
to die somewhere alone,
like a poisoned cat.
Across the steep valley,
Chestnut trees stood stoic and...

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THE MOON HANKERS 

Though none can comfort me, nor sage, nor oak
Nor heart of bronze made in a silver hoop
With gem encrusted golden rod to...

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some friends come into our life
and some friends go
but Jesus is the best friend that I ever did know
some friends hurt us and lead us...

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Vegas be Damned!


Vegas took him off the board at 80.
As the cards were dealt each day, passersby
would swear the deck was stacked –
against him. ...

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I dream of you from that world far from here;
to not be there, it cuts like broken glass.
I'd end this pain, my love, had I...

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Checked the small view from hospital room I did
Doing this deed was just a simple thing
View top of trees but bottom half woods hid
Windows in...

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Gnawed nails dig into worn plastic armrests
Stinging alcohol burns the skin
A sharp point glints in the fluorescent light

Rough hands grip the shoulder
Restraining it against the...

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