THE FUTILITY OF WAR

Death; the dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe.   With hand and sword or rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone.   The smarter the weapon, the reaper delights at a fulsome harvest of terror and cries.   They split the…

REGRETS

  I never got the chance to be, for you dear Dad, the best. I never had the strength inside to hold you to my chest.   I never made the time in life to be a father’s son and never had a hope of ever undoing things I’d done.   I never got to…

FRAGILE FAÇADE

  How frail, in truth, is the world that we tread? Captains and kings claiming calm sea’s ahead, as they’re riding high upon silver spoons laughing, as below, the world withers too soon.   How thin the membrane of life’s brittle bubbles, building our barriers and avoiding all troubles. Do we wonder at the reasons;…

CHESS

The money and the power fit like hand in glove, manipulating our lives ’til they’re soaked in blood.   Like pawns on a chessboard we follow their commands, cleverly manipulated by cold corporate minds.   They reap a tainted harvest bought with sleeping souls, their purses bulging as they play out their roles.   Prancing…

RAW EMOTION

Live every day like it was meant to be, helping all those who want to be free. Feel the warmth in a genuine smile, a childish giggle can bridge the miles. Surround everybody with happy ways, bask in the heat of the suns warm rays. A world of love and peace for all, where we…

MEMORIES OF OLD

Memories of old, flooding fast through my mind, some tinged with sadness and some, sweet sublime.   A fireside reverie shared with eyes so bright, an audience of innocence and excited delight.   Crackling logs on fires of time, little rapt faces as you feed them a line.   Of thunder, lightning, and rain as…

LEGACY

Too much darkness in this dying world; too many force-fed fears. Too many bent and broken lives, adrift on a torrent of tears.   So many children brainwashed and abused in dull overcrowded halls. Pointless graffiti spreading like scars, on cold, crumbling walls.   Why do we let them arrogantly teach such a history of…

THE CLEANSING TIDE

The child in his arms, such a precious gift, her sweet little smile would make his heart lift. Born into a love that none could compare, baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair. Conceived and born on such love filled days, from the moment he held her he was blown away. His heart did…