I walked across the sparkling morning dew.
A path where once uncommon beauty grew.
A bench we shared, woeful, lone, and broken,
echoes a promise that we had spoken.
Our world the moment and so full of love.
Hope flowed freely through soft currents above.
Your gentle hand entwined within my own,
A deeper love no one has ever known.
Romantic dreams still swirl across the air
with each heartbeat I feel a dull despair.
The mist now turns to a luminous fog,
a solo love song from a crooning frog.
You have gone and now so has this garden
abandoned to winds that grant no pardon.
I sit among the dried and withered weeds
and ask the Lord, my early death He speeds.
To seek his sparkle through these moonlit eyes
my anguished heart wistfully yearns and cries.
Speed me to his long awaited embrace
and hasten me from this pitiful place.
A bold strong mettle
Do we need to speak the truth;
That we need to know.
You see, I want justice.
Maybe I want it for all.
The darkness of each injustice falls
heavily on my shoulders.
So many are wronged who don’t seem to care,
casual, easy, they move in the world
as though unharmed:
Their substance is altered by the intravenous needle of
injustice.
But I take pleasure in the faces
of those who thirst for fairness.
You cherish those
who teach you survival!
I am not dead yet, it is not too late
to open my depths
and drink the medicine of hope
that deposits itself quietly there.
Needful
Stuff,
I need it here and there,
and everywhere.
It makes me feel safe,
and warm like an animal in a hole.
The reality is,
none of "it" is important.
It can not be eaten when one is...
hungry.
An extra coat for some,
is the difference between a good night...
and freezing.
New socks for others,
is an extravagance to those without.
Knowing that there is someone to call...
when the officer tells you he needs a name,
is profound.
A man in a wheel chair,
his shoe ajar...
asking a stranger to fix it.
His own body - a prison of stillness.
How can anyone,
just walk by,
like there are no clouds,
in the sky?
Three children,
no man in the house,
where is the breadwinner
the mouse?
Mothers left alone...
to hear the screams,
of their crying babies.
At the red door,
there is knocking,
desperate pounding...
all "time" is gone.
I would like to keep
In the deep
Of my mind
Words those can heal
Those you will
Never find
In your clever book
Take a look
What a bore!
But you read with care
In the square
More and more!
I would like to leave
To forgive
All your crimes,
But I know you’ll stay
On my way
In my rhymes!
And you will enjoy
Taking joy
Of my heart
You will show again
Cruel pain
Of my part.
I would like to go,
But I know
You won’t let
I would like to smile
On my isle,
But I’m sad.
And these words I keep
In the deep
Of my mind,
Yes, I hid this lore
You’re so bore
Try to find!