It rains in her eyes everyday
She is lost in her mind, the storm is strong

It is warm outside but cold inside
She feels the thunder and lightning in her heart

She rambles in the boundless night, searching for the light
She hopes to see the rainbow some day

When stars rise
on occasions

When my heart
turns gentle in
persuasions

When the cold
night's air

Embraces my
golden heart

of love's gone
despair

I turn to memories
of you

When I raise my hand
to touch

your face I paw
at the air

Then I sigh
and realize

It was just
a dream

Then my golden heart
shivers

More from the emptiness
than pain

Golden heart so cold

Golden heart so old

How I wish

I had no heart

at all

Staring at an open screen,
screaming just to fill the noise.
Hoping that you'll never leave,
nothing else beyond the void.

Do we write to end our sadness?
or fuel the fires of our madness?
Do we write to end our pain,
knowing it will never change?

People always tell me
"Attention is what you seek!"
people always ask me
"why are you a freak?"
i can only give one answer
and that is "I don't know"
but is it such a crime
to just want to be loved?

Today I turned seventy,
  and the clocks all faintly chimed

My hour glass near empty
  to mark the waning time

Weeks left on the calendar
  the moments more than days

With laughter most important now
  each memory through the haze

Today I turned seventy,
  and my dog he seemed to know

He whispered to my grandchildren,
  and their love began to flow

Bright sunshine through the window,
  but night is sure to come

The joy and pain of who I’ve been
  —to live on when I’m gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

Of the far end
I would not talk
hardly have I
begun to walk

I knew you were coming,
  as I walked across the cell
  still in chains

I knew you were crying,
  as the guard called out three times
  announcing your name

Your silence was deafening,
  as my final meal
  was delivered at last

The time intensifying,
  the markings on the wall
   —killing the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)