Here I stand in a field all alone

In a field filled with silent stones

Chiseled with dates and names

Of when they left and when they came

Some made of granite, some of marble stone

Beneath them the remains of forgotten bones

Around them are flowers, some alive, some dead

Some stones have only memories that cannot be read

Some of them are big, and some are small

Some have Angels, and some have nothing at all

When I take my very last breath, and I am gone

I wonder if anyone will ever visit my silent stone

Grains of sand
between my toes,
watching the lazy
lapping of the water.
I crave the briskness
on this fiery Friday.

Wading in to
my waist,
I plunge beneath,
disrupting the surface.
My hair flows
like a banner
behind me as I survey
the bottom of the lake.

I rise, sputtering,
and tug at the
seat of my suit.
I recline back to
glide and gaze
at the cotton
figures free,
sailing across
the blue expanse.

Have we lost our way
Or is this just
An alternate route to normalcy?

Either way, we need
New software
Or maybe just a compass
And an old paper map.

Hate has clogged
The turnpike,
And the traffic
Keeps getting worse.

Honesty turned into
A closed gas station
That barely sees
A car drive by.

Forget joy—
She fell asleep in the backseat,
Mistaking a sedative
For a Tic-Tac.

Blood red sky,
people crying tonight
Gun shots sounding,
innocents die

Tenement buildings
crash to the ground
Mercenaries fighting
your soul's compromised

Your city will burn
and history will turn
If it's peace we desire
there are lessons to cite

listen to your brother
try not to be right
You may just discover
healing tonight!.

What's the true, total damage?
Tell me now, I can take it.
The crash was so horrific,
in my eyes a bit of grit...

A collision where flesh met
with the cold unconcerned ground,
there are flashes without pain
then the sudden wrap around...

The pole was unforgiving
solid and staid, not moving
wanting to appear laid-back
to the beat I was grooving...

Sitting beside my own self
the medtech seams so pensive.
She gathers up my lost words
refraining from offensive...

I already died once
Waiting for my father
To come up the steps and play Legos
He built me a ship once
And it still flies in my imagination
After

Five decades
Losing every dime at the table
I had to!
And, swallowing it down
With Gin and tonic
Whiskey and Vodka
Lines in the bathroom
Girls that never came home with me
Not even once.

War is a raven
black and assuming,
many years of living
and all-consuming,
It is demise wishing.

Peace is a dove
plump and bright,
written about in many a tome.
Short years in flight.
Winging far, but finding its home.

Raven and dove
struggle and fly in and out.
The raven is a deadly pest
where love is in a drought.
The dove is when we all are blessed.

Where do they sell
A smile that is worn
on a simple button?

How about an eraser
That gets rid of worries
At the end of the night?

Why do you look at me
As if I just landed
From a spaceship?

Why don’t we
Deserve joy?
Oh, please,
Share a thought—
There's no charge
for two, or even three.

Hasn’t the insane media
Sold its newest product
To everyone too blind
To decide on their own?

Fireworks have always captivated me
A burst of light painting the night sky,
A beautiful sight
that takes everyone's breath away.
But that night was different,
The brilliance of the fireworks
Became more than just a display
They became a backdrop to a moment,
A moment that felt uniquely ours
You were there,
So close that our paths,
Once parallel, finally intertwined.
Your presence turned that fleeting display
Into something timeless
And now, whenever I think back to that night,

It's Autumn in San Diego
rockin’ guitars
make a clamorous sound
The stage lights go up
my mind is on fire
the screaming begins
as we step to the stage
A loud riff rings out
Rock and roll, never ends!
I'm belting it out
with an ominous sound
the crowd's goin' crazy
as we lay it on down
all in the fall of 79'