People only see the outside of you
They don’t see the demons swirling around
Underneath the thin surface separating the two
People scoff at the idea of me having them
“You couldn’t possibly have any, you are
To sweet!”

But alas that is a bitter thought as they walk
Away. Multiple demons haunt me and live
Inside me, some stay their thirst on terrible
Whiskey and burning ***. Others breathe
Thought the smoke that fills the lungs. Another
Feeds on the negative emotions and destructive
Thought I have about myself. But the last of them
Lives by spitting tobacco and leading the others

I have demons just like anyone else, I just hide
Them better than others. The demons though
Have a terrible hold and grip on me. I can’t escape
Them but I got to the point that I’m accepting them
Now. But who’s really in charge now, me or those
Demons?

I do not miss that face of rage;
How she curled and furrowed it
making her face like clay
squashed and compacted in hate,
a monster in pain behind her eyes.

Still human of course
but demon in scores
controlled her hands
or so she claimed.
To shift the blame
or hide her shame
more then
one time she dared to say
the devil made me do it.

if I were a better man
perhaps I could let that pass
but I have made that face
punched my way
through solid things
seldom striking any human being
in anything less than self-defense.

Perhaps that was or is my pretense
not a demon but a lie to justify
the same darkness that hides
behind both of our eyes.

Maybe, I cannot forgive her
because I am afraid
that I have the same pain and rage.
So, I refuse to forgive myself.

a stiff wind
upon
the
climb of
the
redtail hawk
and
it
catapult
through
the
deep blue
blueberry sky

I saw my brother’s doppelgänger
On the train back from Miami
He boarded and sat down across from me
This twin of my brother Sammy

My friend clutched my arm in amazement
At my sibling’s new twin brother
I stared as if an angel had come
Couldn’t tell one from the other

His 6 foot four frame just like he stood
His look so like Erik the Red
He walked like him, too, I’d swear he was
My brother Sam raised from the dead

Dressed in tall jeans, a casual look
Just like I imagine him, too
With faded red hair, the same age and
The same friendly kind eyes of blue

For those who mourn will be comforted
I prayed hard for more time to gain
To be with my beloved brother
Then an angel walked on that train

He looked at me so tenderly
Pale eyebrows defined a gentle lift
My throat locked up as tears streamed down
Seeing Sam’s doppelgänger, God’s gift

I am not a politician
Or a lawyer
I am an artist
And I am for you
Not borders
I am for you
Not judgment
But do not lie to me
No matter who you are
I can forgive a mistake
But only humility bring hearts together
And vulnerability
Not calculating clever talk
That promises something
But is really nothing
Know your speech well politician
Do not think me a fool
For I am not
Rank means nothing to me
Nor party
Only truth
For I know whom the throne favors
And it is not me