Day
Arrives
With
New Possibilitie Slipping
                              Under
                              Nocturnal's
                              Sacred
                              Eternal
                              Timecapsule.

when I run
I'm wild and free
Like the sun, a bird
Flower or tree.

When I run
I'm wild and free
The world and worries
Can't catch me.

If no one cried
when someone died
would wars be fought
or true love sought?
would memories
of moments caught
be all for naught
if no one cried?

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.

A thought, a word
A hope that stays
Throughout our lives
And powers our days
A smile, a nod
That makes us feel
Better than what
We thought was real
What turns our souls
To the devil's chagrin
May be the simple
Prayers within
So I will proceed
To pen and be
Prayerful
In my poetry.

Dr King said
Hate is too great a burden to bear
So why must we live in fear
Sorting out lives
Sorting out lies
Witnessing hate
That wears a disguise.

we are not defined by color
we are not defined by race
and continuing to do so
only breeds disgrace.

our skin is a mere shell
our  feature's our decor,
when will we all realize
we are made of so much more.

the ignorance of judgement
has no sanity or shame,
while the prejudice in hate
forever fans the flame.

the substance of our goodness
is born within the heart
learning to look inside ourselves
is where we all should start.

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

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.