HOPE is a word,
a promise of faith
rich and lasting.

To pair it with politics
is disrespectful and cheap,
poor casting.

The Audacity.

I find I need something new to write
Instead of the same old, same old
Lines I use from time to time
As stories told tend to unfold

Something with a tad of pizazz
Brilliance with a bite
Take a stand as I take a stab
At something new inside the rhyme

Dive deep into my psyche
Allow myself to splash about
See what I can stir up
Before I'm found down for the count

Something new to keep this going
New lines to help entice
Let go the old that I am holding
Something new to the way I write

Begin a new beginning
A new palate on the plate
In the flavor of mind bending
As something new makes its way,
in what I have to say today

My periods turn to semicolons
My suicide notes to poetry
My goodbyes became hellos
The blades turn to sunflowers
And the bullets, a rose
My heart still is broken
But the pieces have been found
Death isn’t for me anymore
What is, in the here and now
I still don’t feel enough
But I am alive
And that’s enough to say
Today is not the day I die.

I am lost between
the senses infused; linger,
letting them last long

Oh Snap
The jig is up
Caught red handed
With an overdue book

There's nothing to sneeze
As the Library Police
Roughed little me up
And slap the cuffs on me

Said book was due
Back in '92
They don't play that game
Or whistle that tune

Paraded out front
In the Police lineup
As the Librarian screams
That's the crook, lock him up

Now crying I find
Myself doing hard time
As that overdue book
Lingers on in my mind

Slapped with 3 years
Ironing book marked dog ears
Time off with good behavior
If I obey while I’m here

But the hardest part
Like it or not
They stripped me of my dignity
And took my library card

i opened my heart
to grace and glory

and the greatest blessings
became my story.

God fills my soul
with love and grace

making my days
at peace with the pace.

Life.....funny how it goes huĥ?

"Whats on my mind??"

Grief is a black cloud lurking above,
it shadows all who we dearly love.
One day it rains and drowns the soul
and we lose that love and pay the toll.

Rain turns to storm and life withers away
draining all the colour leaving nothing but grey.
Oh, how we wish we could turn back time-
to undo this remorse and break the paradigm.

Our tears fall like rain as we look back
at all the memories now faded to black.
But you will live on forever in my mind
as I have no choice but to leave you behind.

In this storm I am trying to find a way
out of this night and back into day
where I can find sun and solace in life again
and look back and smile from a place of zen.

I have done it once and I'll do it again,
to be my strongest every now and then.
Grief is a journey so very long and slow
but even in storms, new seeds can grow.