The Dogs Of War



Release the dogs of war

Literary beasts, teeth rending

The fabric of personal realities

Digested too long, spew forth.


Primal vicissitudes evolved

Transformed by perception, and time

Unleashed, set forth to feed upon

Ravenous souls bereft of direction.


Purpose guide my pens blade

Slash life upon this virgin page

Blood stained truth covering

The lies and banalities of this world.





Today Is Tuesday




He smiles every time I see him

They call it work; it is not

This man so often reminds me

Of so many things I have forgot


The pure simple joy of being

Who I am without a care

Rarely complaining, like the rest of us

How this life can be so unfair


This Syndrome that afflicts him

Or so they like to say

Does not diminish or reduce my friend

In any true or meaningful way


Today it may not be Tuesday

Though it is every day for my friend

His right to each and every day

Is something I will always defend