Look away for tonight —
I summon every pen
to be ready for a war.

Pages become a war zone.
No cease fire.
Diplomats
informed to go home.

Patience called Anger,
airing grievances.
The heart expressed
the need to be
peacekeepers.

Anger interrupts,
saying,
“The time
of diplomacy
has run out.”

You tried to
bury your sins.
I stayed quiet.
Then you
resorted to
insults.
Still —
I was silent.

He built his image on the sand of celebrity,
a castle where all could admire and praise.
But he turned it into a circus for freaks,
and they paid him with their belief.
He promised answers, they heard salvation,
when all he did was make them defenceless.

In spheres of many colours,
There's a beauty that is told.
A story of multiplicity,
In a landscape that's sold.

I spy mankind's creativity,
In the visions that we see.
A spectrum of variety,
In the difference between you and me.

You may be a lover of the rainbow,
To my more monolithic taste.
But this should not cause hatred,
Or see human kindness replaced.

For in this world of many,
There's a place for you and me.
To live in perfect harmony,
And be the best that we can be.

They say, “you are what you eat”, but they don’t mention how we’ve all been spoon fed by our parents, their parents to them and so forth.

Oh, chest infection,
Why have you come in my direction?
I scrub myself daily,
nice and gleaming clean,
Yet you inhabit my body,
Making me cough up yellows & greens.

I can't sleep while you party deep in my chest,
I need some sleep goddammit,
Give it a bloody rest!
You are messing with my thermostat,
Making me feel all hot, then cold!
Can you please stop doing that!
Why won't you do what you're told?

The heart exhales,
as the soul finds peace
in the middle
of my chaos.

The type that
makes despair
into a kidnapper
with no demands.

Sick of the wars
with my reflection,
to the point
that if I don’t
let this pen
undress my mind,

I will lose the hope
that even when death
is unlocking the door,
sitting next to you,
promising to
be with you
till your last breath.

people are our real legacy;
one day sure, entire poems
shall have been forgotten,
while remains a phrase or
a feeling drawn from wells

deeper than memory can reach,
or device can retrieve much like

thread-diving as we scamper for
posts buried by traffic and flood posters…

follow, subscribe, or friend buttons
can only do so much

so we hang on to what we have
and hold dear, today saving
each precious moment
if bookmarked sentiments are promises
all will be well -we’ll boldly breathe again

they lie there-

brave, frail,

the same.
hands, cold,

pretend to hold.
no saviour.

only the knife.

the gasp.
(you think you feel?

you think you live?

steal.

join.

prize.)
priest waits,

blade bright,

arms wide.
rest now.

Too much bottled up
If I loosened the cap,
you might drown
in all I never said.

Been a prisoner to fears;
I welcome isolation
if it stops your tears.

Don’t lose sleep over me —
somehow the cashier
filled my bags with anxiety.

Yes, I have drifted apart,
so the people I love
don’t see me torn apart.

You know the hurricanes
I walked through —
I didn’t even want a breeze
to come near you.

I might be in my storm,
but know this:
you are the sun
that bears witness —

You've touched so many lives.
When I mention your name,
the reaction is always the same.
You bring a smile to people.
They feel a warmth in their soul.
They love you.
You do your job so well.
You're a kind person.
You're a genuine person.
You're a mensch.
It's all in you.
You bring out the best in your patients.
And I was one of them.
You're a good person.
You're the best.
Just saying your name,
opens an entire conversation,