Monthly Archives: November 2019

Hatred is intrusive Runs wild and rampant Silent infection Glaringly candent Apathy creeping In between crevices Dulling the senses Herding the masses Groundcover and weeds Grow equally fast Constant maintenance One shouldn’t have to ask Peace is harmonious A blanket … Continue reading →

November where I live is bleak, no matter the temperature. Driving down the road today I tried to describe the color. I found no distinction. I saw gray, but everything was gray. I saw brown, yet all was brown. The … Continue reading →

    I trample through the darkest pathways Unafraid in braggish praise Till I’m stifled, lit ablaze Light in shadow clears my gaze My image staring back If one seeks for resolution Prepare to face one’s own pollution Passing off … Continue reading →

    I see the flag Red, white and blue It’s raining Or is it snowing? The colors are still red, white and blue Not running, not melding Seems surreal Listening to red and blue I can’t tell the difference … Continue reading →

There’s a pool around my coffee cup My hands are burning wet I cannot see the pinhole It’s as small as it can get There are cracks in my thinking Like the cup I can’t ignore Jesus you’re the only … Continue reading →

She closed her eyes. It was night. It was dark, it was time to put the day to sleep. In light she worked, and played, and planned. In light she laughed and cried and lived. Darkness is for sleeping, right? … Continue reading →

Mom never liked the Willow tree in the back yard. Always said someday it’s roots would get in the way of the sewer. Dad never took it down. The flat part of our roof was right outside my bedroom window. … Continue reading →

Keeping an eye on this one She’s a storm brewin’ A kettle steamin’ Not much she’s ever done No cement holds her footprint Her voice trails off in the whistlin’ wind Everything too late to matter Thinks she can fly … Continue reading →

Black It’s controversial Black as sin Elegance in ebony Witchcraft and mystery Shadows lurking Mourners weeping A color of contrast A color of depth Night at its darkest May clothe us in romance Or sing sleep to the restless Black … Continue reading →

She looks so unkempt Reaching for dreams Like dreams can be captured Her jaded attempts to piece together The fractured Creating lines to that which is slurry Chasing time as if time’s in a hurry And God never worries He … Continue reading →