A Word On Words


I speak, and a past floods
From your ears to a memory
Your past accessed
Yours not mine

You nod in understanding
A thought of your own, in time
A unique perspective
That was never mine

I talk and you listen
But mouth to ears are veiled
Until time and memories stop
When we are the same

When words are not needed

Beauty And Pain



Joy and sadness together as one
So much beauty and pain in this life
Compassion given and received
Angers fiery touch at times
Blinding flames of passion too
Yet none were the love I sought

Until together I touched each one
In heartbreak and in gentle smiles
In burning rage and in tenderness
A gentle dawning arose
Love was none of these alone
Her heart holding all
In a gentle embrace



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