****** and chaos
Screams and shouts
Blood and bodies
Scattered about

Torn Families
Bomb buildings
Husband less wives
and Fatherless Children

Sworn enemies
Causing killings
corporate media
changing feelings

Citizens unsure what to believe
The government always deceives.

My notebook is the canvas my writings are the art
If you didn't want to finish explain why'd you even start.
First you were blowing kisses now you're throwing darts.
We were solid like a glacier then we slowly broke apart.
My notebook is the canvas, my writings are the art
We set out to change the world
but all we left was a change of heart.
© 2013

We share our intimate verbiage
Tearful, tortured souls are bared
Ripples of poetry reverberate  
Through myths and muse and fears

Who are these mysterious poets
With whom we write and laugh
Some could be different than they claim
A dark catfish in a poet’s guise
Worse, others playing nefarious games

Shall mysterious friends be trusted
We don’t even know genuine names
Yet, I declare, my mysterious friends
Names, ages, and past do not hinder me
We can hide our facts and our faces
Yet poet friends we will truly be

We’ve known people for many years
Spent hours on trivial small talk
We don’t know who they really are
We’ve shared poems in anonymity
Yet we’ve bled more deeply by far

To all mysterious friends, poets one and all
No need to inspect you face to face
To trust you with my naked soul!

Shallow: a desert puddle, arid June
Voracious need for lavish fortune
Pseudo socialite, sprayed on tan
Would die in a minivan
Black Benz, hairdo, I, beep
Drowning in the deep
Judged by your frown
Risible
You will
Drown

The sylvan
Creatures
We're alive
With the
Exhilaration
Of an alien
In their
World.
The crisp
May morning
In the hills
Of West-central
Pennsylvania
Echoed with
The
Celebration
Of life.
As, I
Strode
Towards
The summit
Intersecting
The
Allegheny
River,
The brightest
Blue
Eye
Stared at
Me from
Above.
I
Exalted
In its appeal
And fell
In love
At first
Sight.
Just when
I felt
As
Omnipotent
As Zeus,
Nature
Revealed its
Illogical
Bliss.
My eyes cast
Upon a cotton
Carpet
Hundreds
Of yards
Beneath me
In the valley
Below.
I was walking
Above
A cloud,
As if I was,
At that moment,
God
Looking upon
My
Creation!

Judicious corridor
Risible, surreptitious
Elixir of self doubt
Bathed in radiance
Luminous arbitration
Crimson light