Everything that forms in words comes from deep authority inside
it identifies itself though unspoken feelings within limbo
there is a line no soul should cross boundaries morally set
The intoxicated spirit drunkenly cuts to the ice core logic
frozen articles burning coldly hot blooded with faith
Emotions dressed in white pure as the driven snow cleans the tracks
truth dares to challenge the opposite opinion in reverse
When a veil falls seeing some not having got their affairs in order
its hard to find or hide that we do not tread on familiar grounds
The path your on harbours destruction canvassing with hate chosen
self appointed bigot such rules boycott everything honest in favour of the liar
This anger towards right surely is heading towards something sinister
condemning wrong has a twisted view out from the mirrors
blind darkness hidden ugliness has no shape always lost invisible
without a shadow or a second opinion that would hold no ground
will the wolf cry without a moon picturing it's existence alive
pitch black nothingness is the empty space between the ears filled with lead
dreamt to relieve myself
of fearful thoughts, patriotic
plots. dressed to kill in Washington
skirt, no pants of a farmer
wielding a British brown bess
blessed with happiness before
the frightening knock at the door
exploded out of shock
towards the door...towards the door
while family holds their revolutionary breaths
the bouquet
of children unaware
of dangerous situation
a shot in the dark
a shot heard round the world
that never stops
7/16/2020
the sun out there
somewhere
somehow
just asking
for a little faith
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~DARK CLOUDS~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2020
once again
i've eaten
too much
soup
my bladder
from the last
twenty four hours
has given in to not
giving
again the
tracks are
backing up
after all
in the States
why don't we have
bullet trains
A heart felt prayer with four chambers alights on a maiden voyage
Meets valves and percussion awaits tenderly to be tuned into harmony
Passion where had been void and stagnation and pulse been icy and flat
The mind once arrested in dangling contemplation halts its corrosion
A wandering soul solders confusion towards awakening warmth while
Destiny folds its narrow lapels onto the fabric of chimes of the time
Tim had enough of canned laughter mocking his elegiac mourning
Surpassing melancholy contempt he ventures an unknowing path
A map shadows mountains temples and valleys in starlit desire
His labyrinth mazes amazing adventure looms spindles of thread
The open book threatens no longer all gloom and fear has been bared
Closing chapter and shimmering verse find beginnings in ends
Trenchant acrimony cast aside Tim arises from pulverized trenches
Reminds himself gently that happiness is more than a smouldering gun
02 February 2019
helplessly he stumbled
through the door
holding his bloody chest
Mother gazed into
her fourteen year old eyes
and just knew that he was up
to his old antics of gang banging
Yelling and cursing did nothing
to wake this kid up
Mother's tears flooded
like an open gate
she wondered
where she went wrong
raising him
for he had the best
of everything
a home a job an education
anything he wanted
or needed
was right at his fingertips
maybe having only one parent
in the household
or just not enough discipline
now she stands helplessly
over her young sons
lifeless body
lying on the kitchen floor
in a pool of blood
all that she could do now
was to pick up the phone
and call the police
and the morgue
Tribute To Children
Push me please,
Make me go.
Make me follow,
Time on a clock.
Wake me up,
Let me know,
Give it a shot.
Your so much closer than anybody has ever been.
Open me please,
Let yourself in.
Blood on the ground
The leaves will be turning red
A shot in the dark
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