our focus is all wrong
in what we say and do
today's news and emphasis
are falsehoods through and through.

the only truth
our safety net
is found in one
we oft forget.

this poet's words
and best attempt
do not reflect
the passion spent.

the only matters
are of the heart
redeemed and loved
from the start.

the world knows not
a soul so deep
enduring all
in silent speech.

a life, a path
a sacred way
to lead us back
when we go astray,

our everything
we must proclaim
is our mighty
God and King.

Today's focus
we must set straight
and by all means
don't wait
all other news
does not compare
this poet pleads with urgency
do not hesitate to share.

when my love
went through heaven's door
and left my tears
upon earth's floor,

i found out then
that all of time
and everything
that's yours and mine,

whether it's by luck or chance
in the end is a brief glance
as glory gets the final dance.

how did we get here,
through a tear
or another
mundane year?

but we have to move
and part with the past
in order to last,
our lives were meant
for good things
and
birds that sing,

so I will not cry
but you and I
must wake up to
the new sun in the sky.

I want my words to live past me
beyond when I cease to be,
of all the things from my past
the truest ones are
my words that last.

I want my prayers
to outlast me,
spoken when I
cease to be,
Remember that
no one can stay,
but our link to heaven
is when we pray.

fall
golden dark hues
these i choose.

fall
fire red
not dead.

fall
warm orange and yellow
define mellow.

fall
natures way
to glorify gray.

fall
inspired melancholy
radiating beauty.

the thing about rhyming
is all in the timing,
much like a dance
melodically flowing
to the poets creative chance.

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

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

The Audacity.