A transformation in the wind
Not a gentle breeze that emancipates
A lion tooth's angelic mane of seed
But a monsoon that threatens a souls complacency

The cycle of life and death that exists in all
A passion that ebbs and flows
The gust descends and reveals its riddles
From death to life another phase begins

The resilient fathom and unravel the mystery
The frail are sightless, seeing only the gluttony of their ignorance
Resist the wave of ambiguity, which seek to batter and disfigure
Death is the path to rebirth where being is eternal

A footpath that offers joy and agony
Success and failure
Hope and despair
A trail of wonders and judgments

Rejoice in the pain of lost love
Revel with delight at doom and forebode
Ours is a journey of enlightenment
With plunders worthy of life

Time is not a capricious thing
It moves in one direction
A locomotive with momentum
As tangible as air or the vacuum of space

Don’t dare to control
Or change its route
Its destination is an unknown
But its presence is felt

Childhood will defy its endless course
The old will curse its surface effects
Time is a nemesis that considers not
A harbinger of death and is unabashed

The deep and ominous laughter I must endure
As you seize me with paralysis and terror
I am repulsed by your advances, you succubus    
I am held captive by the feeling of dread

I rejoice in the slightest movement
Escape is possible if I choose
If I awake from this netherworld
I must usher a new truth and job

The cadre of gawking onlookers
Catch a glimpse of the latest casualty
“She was so promising with such stoicism”
Her loss is our gain

Their expectations had no bounds
The opportunities were hollow promises
Their duplicity complete and final
She got her pink slip at 5

Forever alone
But never lonely
The cairn points the way
A tattered trail
In intemperate weather I endeavor
The gale winds of ignorance causes me to pause
And take account of my story
The path to oblivion has its detours
I walk it alone, confident that the end is near

They walk in lockstep
Ignorant of the words they repeat
The excess of your covetousness
Sickens me to no end

I had respect once
Only pity and disgust abounds
Once a leader of men
Now a disciple of intolerance

You wished I was never born
And yet I was
It was not for your edification
But mine

Today, I search for meaning and enlightenment
A light from afar has illuminated a path
A path lightly trodden
Trodden with hopes and fears
Fearful of what lay ahead
Ahead of what is inevitable and righteous
Righteousness is a narrow road turning right nor left
I’m left with a sense of reverence
Revered in my search for enlightenment

I seek a harvest of hope and bliss
You reap what you sow, it is said
But sow as you may, hope and bliss requires
A willful soul and mindful heart where
Malicious spirits abound
Making the ground fallow and unworkable
A vermin called dogmatism and self-righteousness
Seek to emasculate a once fertile land
How do we reverse this pestilence?
I say hope should not despair
Our union with the universe
Guides our way
Our reward is bliss

A summer not easily forgotten
A romance shared but ill-conceived
Lobster red legs and arms
Scars and pain,
Etched for twenty-six years
The sound of the fog horn on Cape Neddick,
Still resonates in my hollow depths
At night on the beach,
Do you remember what I said?
With the music of the waves, our opus number one
In the blackness,
It was as if we were standing in the middle of the universe
Stars bright and within reach
We are revolving around one another

A silhouette, dark and hopeless
Casts a heavy shadow in my mind
A ragged edged sword
Used for mutilation,
Begs to be released
But beyond all hope,
It is stilled in its hopeless scabbard
Death of a friend, averted

Remember, my fair weather friend
When all that mattered was coffee in the morning
I don’t laugh when you call it your drug of choice
Coffee in the morning is serious business

A staring contest that I always win
An hour of small talk then we get to the meat
You cry and I sigh
We drift to a place where hollow feelings reside

Docile thoughts evolve into ravenous beasts
Why, you ask?
Answers raise more questions
Never ending questions

The sun is reaching its zenith
We are descending
I want to step carefully down this hill
You choose to go down in summersaults.

A crimson pool where sorrow flounders,
Conveys a truth, which never counters.
To **** a child is a messy business,
A fit of rage, a sign of weakness.

From all life’s lessons, you haven't learned?
That life is precious and time hard earned.
A wake, a funeral, a mournful day,
There’s one less child to run and play.

That fallow soul that plants a seed,
Of life’s destruction, a wicked creed.
I say to you, who dare not talk,
Time is wasting, it’s eleven o’clock.

It’s called self-fulfilled prophecy.
I control my destiny, but I don't have direction.
I’m called a failure, but by what measure?
The cards are not in my favor.
Who will judge me?
Fate is not a comforting idea,
It has a formality that lacks purpose.
Why do I fear it?

I think my heart, a fallow one
A tool of perdition and an instrument of vanity
It beats slowly as if to stop; nothing can rouse it or disrupt its cadence
Not even love

My soul awakens,
Into darkness that knows no light
A blackness that offers warm comfort
Encased in the fluid of life
Mumbled voices I cannot interpret
I am clutched from my cocoon
I can see light and nebulous shapes
This is new life and soon
I will forget a past life

I am a ship floundering in a raging sea
No sign of land to ground me
Your hateful words are like barnacles,
Attached to the timber that is my soul
Although my mast is made from the strongest wood
You attempt to smash it to pieces with your severe gaze
I have not seen a clear day nor night for weeks  
There is nothing to guide me
Nor Star nor sun nor kind word
I fear that one more gluttonous wave will capsize me
I am lost at sea

A soul exalts a given day
Rescinds it all, the next
Why are yearnings fast forsaken?
Displaced by yet another
I promise that by day’s end
My love  will not depart
Denying the callous cycle, its prize
Replaced by mirthful spirits and thoughts

It was unexpected
How could it end so soon?
Without warning
A life’s crescendo
Like a song ending at the second to the last note
Never to hear the final note
No closure