I asked your favourite colour, and you described to me;
The colour of the skies, the oceans, the seas.

How could someone not love a colour so deep?
When it’s above and below, in everything you see.

But as time went on, I resented that colour,
For each time I saw it, it made me feel duller.

Was it so bad? To abhor the blue?
For the sole reason of losing you?

I learned to love every shade, every hue.
I even wore it, just for your view.

The world around me is calm,
But I am a storm within.
Amidst the devil's hour,
I long for sleep to begin.

But my brain keeps the nightmares,
On an everlasting loop.
Fears and worries consume me,
As I lay in my room.

The darkness of the night,
Brings out my inner demons.
But I fight with all my might,
To silence their screaming.

So I'll sip my cider,
And dive into a book.
Or watch a scary movie,
To give my mind a hook.

God knows I'm grateful
For the boys in blue
But we need to realize
Women are officers too

It's always Mr. Officer
Always about the men
But the ladies out there
Are more than a mother hen

There's a million cliches
A hundred sexist jokes
About the girls in uniform
Like they freeze and choke

I'm grateful for the men
I owe you all my respect
All I'm saying is the girls
Have also paid that debt

Storm is incoming
Now hunker down
Outside is doing all its bidding
Wetting it’s palate
Sloppily spinning into its next cycle
Turning mighty crazy
Overcast frigid and as it is bleak
Roaring frantically for its
Misbehaving snow

I never read the entire book
But I know what it must say,
It says that we must congregate,
It says that we must pray.

But how is it so many others
Have different books that say,
"You must adhere to different rules,
Choose a different way to pray"?

It seems that every faith on earth
Believes they and only they,
Have the answers to all problems
And only they can show the way.

It wasn't until you stepped out of the grey
Did I notice
You were a wolf in sheep's clothing

An anger hardened dog
Ready to come at me
And tear at my flesh

An aching,
in the stirrings
of body and mind...
There it is
palpable!
Like the pounding in my chest.
the pain is fresh
newly born, in its infancy.
I am caught up
in the uneven rhythm
of a heart gone rigid
in the moment
of transformation
from abject torture
to smoking ash,
raining down gray
in the pitiless night...
All because she
laughed at me!
Her mirth has
poisoned my spirit...

(soon, she will learn...)

Love might have been there somewhere.
In between your elsewhere days.

But you made me guess
most of the time. I resented you for it.

And I was terrible at both.

The white blanket
of the early morning mist
caressed the lake’s glassy surface,
muffling the lonely call
of a distant loon.

The rhythmic squeak-thump
of the oar locks and
the gentle splash of the blades
were the only other sounds
that broke the stillness.

The tangy scent of pine
mixed with the earthy smell
of decaying leaves
as the dock and shore
receded in the boat’s wake.

From the tiny bug atop highest tree,
to mighty Blue Whales in the deepest sea,

and all living creatures nestled between,
some harbored before us, most never seen,

from lands furthest East, to vast distant West,
during wakened hours, replenishing rest --

may The World behold a cleansing rebirth
of unblemished love, and sweet Peace on Earth!