Once I knew an Angel
She gently held my hand
When I was a stranger
Lost in a strange land

She helped me combat my fears
Shielding me from the fight
Guiding my soul back
To the magic of the write

Silence now I hear
No more my Angel’s voice
Whether this is by design
Or not through her own choice


I guess I’ll never know
I’m just left to wonder why
My Angel had to go

In a dream I wandered through the cathedral of death
the dust and smoke catching me in my throat
as I counted myriad of souls that flew past me
Amazed, were they, at how they now were, lost and bewildered.

And some so fresh, not of the first to die, responders
so called, who came to help, to rescue and became
part of the event, surprised in the act of dying
desperately trying to contact their loved ones

even in death, and the white dust covering all
even those who, in their mistaken belief thought
that they were martyrs and in some spiritual world
for heroes  and deservedly so, looking, for virgins

but all they found was disillusion as they wept for
those whom they had dispatched to oblivion with one
fell swoop and through a trick of fate and time they
saw the future and what it would bring and were ashamed.

The dull
red clouds
at evening
that caught
my consciousness
and held it
made me think
I would give
one leg
to be able
to see
all this
one day after
I was dead

A sonnet

Soft list' upon the conversation spake
may it inform your 'quisitive senses
Light your imagination,  set awake ,
So let this knowledge make some  recompense

For you have been left in the dark too long
once wise are you now blind and unforeseen
untold about the secret goings on
but sense and scent describe what all has been.

look to the rose when thorns get in the way
of it being picked, and smelled and cherished, so
in time will scorn them and put them away
And will no more to let their sharpness grow.

So cold revenge what shape now wilt thou take
to **** that lust yet keep the urge awake.

White eyes , ebony smooth skin
Like chocolate and cream
A room full of sleeping children
How peaceful they dream

Yet they are not sleeping
A simple mistake
They are in a coma
From which they never wake

On their blood feeds
Mosquito flies
Every half minute
A child dies

Malaria nets at a few dollars each
Could save the life of a child
In the rest of the world
Malaria has been exiled

And now occurs
A terrible thought
If the rest of the world was black
Would these nets not be bought?

Do you think?

Head throbbing
Lungs bursting
Rain beating against my face

Arms numb
Legs cramped
Pain excruciating in its embrace

Hands swollen
And screaming,
I wonder why I’m here

Cannot remember
Cannot think
Nothing is clear

Looking out
I see people
Women and men.

Looking down
I see faces
Do I know them?

Noises
Shouts
Anger and tears

I seem to be
The focus of
All their fears

Mouth dry
I cry out
A drink is sent

A sponge
Well soaked
My thirst is vent

Thunder
Lightning
The sky is rent

A spear in my side
And my life is spent.

Every day
The train
There
And back again
A face
Yours
In the crowd
I smile
You shine
Fingers touch
A shock
We retreat
To recover
And wait
Another day

Then alone
I make the journey
For weeks
Months
Truth descends
Reality hits home
I will never see you again