He walked a path with broken ground,
A silent storm, no cheering sound.
His head was troubled, heart worn thin,
He bore the weight they carried in.
Gave all his light when skies turned grey,
He'd bleed for peace, then walk away.
But no one saw the cracks within,
He fought for them, forgot for him.

Navigating the point at which my captive eyes land, an unfamiliar ceiling crowns my shelter,
removed, a world unfurling.

Pupils gulp down
visual stimuli, dimensionless in obscurity. Flippant neurons
piercing through
a half aware state like bullets, this mundane process
of unwrapping the layers of self
Consciousness gives archaic elevations, barbaric blame quilts
salt through each wound. Clumsy and derelict.

Rousing to the fury of wakefulness,
My spirit, clumsily,
wanes into curiosity.

i was ten maybe
twelve maybe
thirteen
when you brought me here

i was young maybe
dumb maybe
thirteen
when you believed in me

i was maybe
maybe
thirteen
when you died

i am nineteen now
back now
reading poems now
and missing you

What I got to do for my Father.
To accept me,
The way I am.
I am praying every,
Single night for my father.
Before I go to sleep,
I never miss a night.
Praying,
For my Father.
Also I never let my,
Father down.
When I make a promise,
I keep.
I never broke it,
Because that might make.
My Father upset.
And I am not planning,
To make my Father upset.
Because that would be,
A wrong thing to do.
My Father did a lot of.
Good things for me,

A teenager sits in solitude where I sat 

staring at Port Gardner Bay 

hard to believe it was so many years ago

The route of the peace march

the candlelight vigil against the war 
on the lawn of the senator now gone
and mostly forgotten 


The house where Alice lived 

where she bathed the soot off my body 

and cleansed my soul

First loves, sweet kisses, midnight ecstasy
fishing off the dock

it seemed as if the clock stood still 


Friday nights
Fireflies flicker bright
Finding pathways on our lawn
Filled with sparkling awe

Whatcha' thinkin', Southern Wind,
blowin' through the trees, chagrined?
Stirrin' all the cherry blossoms,
rearin' up noses of 'possums.

Whatcha' carryin' this way?
Sea salt from the southern bay?
In your voice, I hear the call
of the seagull; sharp, yet small.

How I long to grasp your hand,
ride your current, touch the sand
by the ocean, beloved sea.
My Old Chum, please carry me

You have to push your heart aside.
Out of the way, elbow and shoulder,
no matter love’s protests,

though they are not unheard.
Necessity needs to see beyond what love fears most,
the loss and damage of absence.

Acceptance
makes everything
possible for me.
It brings with it
relaxation,
serenity,
and peace.
It leads to
power,
strength
and confidence.
It's a magical power
which revives me totally.
It is an emotion
driving me
on a daily basis.

As a result,
I decide,
I act,
I produce.
My spirit revives
and is given
a huge boost of energy.

Today there is Nothing but grey sky Later on is going to rain I have been walking For 1 hour already I am not made of ice I am made of Flesh and bones Also it is very cold out It is -9 with the windshield effect I miss the sunny days During the Spring That I need so bad I also missing the vitamin d That I need so bad Now it is time to check my Blood With the glucometer My reading was normal The glucometer never lies Now it got dark inside my house It is time for me to turn the Lights on Inside my house And inside my house is now bright And the night is here I must say that I am feeling Tire