Symbolizing the sacrifice of lord himself,
this day makes us feel the power of humanity.
but do we still feel this eternal love?
do we have peaceful minds without fake vanity?

Lord jesus must be wondering at his wonder,
the world,the people,who cannot hear,
the crescendo in their own souls,a wonder...
Evil spirits are ruling this livelihood,
making the mighty's creatures looking unearthly...
So much greed,anger,war,devil's destruction,
low cost of life,high cost of death.

I stand and watch as time goes by
and progress rolls like a juggernaut
it cares not what lives or dies
for all that's lost is soon forgot

As pastures, fields, and wood and glades
are turned to asphalt parking lots
the beauty of our youth's world fades
beneath the dozers' brute onslaughts

They come from places out of town
drawn by a slower pace of life
but, one here, they scowl and frown
if others come with child and wife

The tears of angels rain upon you
So lost in sound and also in view
Your soul is half of what it once was
Since your earth shattering, heart breaking loss

May the tears of the angels cleanse you
May they comfort you in all you do
May you feel their presence all around you
To bring you much needed reassurance in this time of darkness

May the tears of the angels clear your eyes
Helping you in some small way to realize
That all is not lost, all is not in vain
As bleak as your days are, as dark as the unknown is

Words stripping nerves like a blade to a sapling,
destruction of the delicate ear drumb,
and violation of the brain cells.

Syllables assault the senses,
scorching empathy,
and striking me down.

Verbs, Adverbs, phrases and terms
scratching at the soul,
Ripping and stretching.

A withering glance says
more than mere language,
it burns me to the core.

.
to choose a moment
as epitaph
the one I die into
I picture blue and green
and you and me
pastured in stillness
between
waves of wild abandon
oh! exquisite joy
that singular moment
I do choose
we
forever
together
ecstatic

with your permission, of course

Hours slide by, the time draws near
Dreadful embrace
I face the fear

Get back in the seat; on the horse
Visions of maybe...
But I go, of course

I must be the man, I say I am
Something to prove
Don't let the door slam

It will hit you, in the ass you know
Push it open
Com'on... let's go

they said it's human nature
an order of things
something god put in place
not just a body but brains
and like whipped cream
it sometimes curdles
nothing sweet in the
villainous art of deceit
a strained mechanism
a loose chain
the sick fascination
of what can't be condoned

he was a quiet man
ordered to behave
inside the lines of a box
society drew around him

when it all fails
when lines are crossed
and those who said
they knew him well

She Wrote Off Rape

An uncle guardian,
He took his wife
And me,
For a joyous ride
He slipped into the beach.
Parked his car
And whispered in my ear
Would you like a ride on me?

My hairs stood on end,
Teenage smacked
Of stark nudity,
Virgin me,
Infidel he,
His wife asleep
In the back seat,
He wanted to eat me

Writing feverishly
As if time is chasing me
Maybe these words
Can be my harmony

They say poetry
Is effective therapy
It’s the only thing
That gets one through

I yearn to read
The ink that drips
When a heart bleeds

In an empty pad
Written confessions
As pride shrivels
Leaving untainted
Honesty

In every stanza
Emotions breathe
Becoming content
With drowning fears

Sitting on the bank
As life goes flowing by
In the direction of the sea
Each drop striking
Someone's passing dream

The rivers babblings
are the stories
Of lost dreams
no longer seen

On a fallen tree I sit
As three drops
Roll down my cheek
Releasing pain
that cannot be contained

rolling down my chin
Dropping upon the bank
Without the slightest splash
Slowly finding their way
Across the soil into the flow