Pretty Things



We see the pretty places
With sun and sand
Upon a beach hand in hand

Gloss over ugly things
Averted gaze we look
Away from what we took

Security just an illusion
Seeing what we choose
Never seeing what we lose





Courtesy of:

To truth, I offer what I used to be

This shell I once thought was me


To your grace I bow and offer this

This burden, which I will not miss


Be mine in act, in word, and thought

To take to heart what you have taught


And as I lay me down to rest

Embraced I know I am truly blessed




If we are ever here to feel

In the sudden seeing of flight

Birds overhead, wings spreading

To the coming azure night


A cats purr

Lying close within the night


If we were ever truly present

As we talk to another one

Against city din and clash

If we cared how it begun


Ripples in this fabric

Within the whole as we begun


Ignoring that which is in front of us

Longing only for the next

The instant rise beyond

Forgetting all the rest


Is no one among us

Even ready for the test?


Final Breath


This bottle is fragile

What I can say, filtered, safe

Pushing, pulsing

Contained for now


This tongue bleeds

Bitten and held

Breathe; soft words, alone.


They cannot see

Yet, I am they, and I must

Hold it, wait…

I cannot hold them…


They have jumped

From the cliff

Pummeled and broken


And I grieve

Sacrificed to falsities

Led astray in the glow

Turn it off; see!


Truth was always here

Beside you and with, within.

Breathe and be.

The Laughter


Has anyone ever died?

Was anyone ever born?

We see others do both

For ourselves, we are not so sure


I was not here, neither were you

Now I am, are you?

Others may see my leaving

But I will never know I have been


This dream of forgetting

Of before and after

A game we play so well

Yet forgetting the laughter

Second-Hand​ Lives


The young child is running wild

As children often do

A mother yells distracted and annoyed

Expected; that is true


The cell phone never leaves her face

Something that cannot wait

Annoyed at the interruption

Her child’s behavior of late


Something so important

Something beyond her child

Something that really cannot wait

No; just a friend who has beguiled


Second-hand lives lived apart

Never to be lived again

Missing the important things

For selfish personal gain


Addiction is an insidious thing

Creeping while unaware

Life passes once and never again

In a breath, they are not there.



Among the trees

Leaves softly speak

To the breeze

That moves them


Whispers in our ears

If we but listen

Maybe too near

Do you hear them?


Simple as this

We seek to find

A knowing kiss

Do you feel it?


It was always here

Where you began

Every fallen tear

Does your heart know it?