We are all born innocent

Happy Boys and Girls

But then one day

Our innocence is ripped away


We all learn how horrible life can be

We then fall to our knees

Begging our God

Don’t take the one I love


Don’t let them die

I can’t say goodbye

But if you must

Let me join them today in Heavenly above

We ask, “How could a Loving Creator be a Divine Traitor!”


Love lost can be a parent Mom or Dad

Son or Daughter

Brother or Sister


The loss felt can drive one mad

We ask The Holy Divinity

“Make sense of this loss?”

Only silence no explanation

For this horrible emotional cost


Then one day we come to realize

The joyous gift of life

Is paid for by all of us

By experiencing Death’s Strife


God’s Gift of Love in this life and the next

Comes at a price

Which we all have to pay

To pass God’s Love Test

I sat down on a old wooden bench
In the park one scorching, sizzling summer day
It was hot It was humid
I decided to write anyway

Angry thoughts in my mind
Feelings of frustration
I needed to unwind

As I worked on a scene from my imaginary play
The intensity of my thoughts drifted away

I looked up from my yellow notebook
A pair of Ducks approached me
I had to take a second look

What an odd pair of Mallards
Bobbing green beaks flapping gray wings
Quacking  in unison
Sounded like they were trying to sing

This fowl twosome were quite entertaining
I no longer felt the need for complaining
So if you feel your life is in flux
Spend an afternoon with the Ducks

I live in a drywall box
Sitting alone staring at my clocks
With landscape art hanging all around me
It’s no wonder inspiration has finally found me

One day my mind forced my hand to start writing
About my parents in Heaven still fighting
Knowing their bodies lie beneath the ground
But believing that is not where there to be found

One night I dreamt of a beautiful house
It was on a sunny hill where I saw cat’s playing cards with a mouse
There was a young woman sitting on a porch rail
She turned to me and asked why I looked so pale

She told me she did not die
She told me I no longer have to cry
Then all of a sudden I awoke
Asking myself... “Was Mom's death some kind of horrible Joke”

The Wake…The Funeral…
The Burial Mass…The Grave
Mom's dream message proved to me
She had risen from her Coffin in the Cave

Sometimes I wonder if Mom and Dad are really dead
Or are they living in my head
Can our parents be more alive than we think
Could they be some kind of Supernatural Link

Some say this life is a trial
With certain emotions recorded in our Spiritual File
We all experience wonder, joy, sorrow and pain
Some days… it’s a challenge just to stay sane

I pray our parents watch over us from a far
I swear sometimes… Their sitting in my car
Maybe when we experience life’s emotions
Our Parents are there recording the commotion

I bet Mom sews all day
She probably still has no time to play
I bet Dad writes all day
Will my sons ever find their way

Someday I will tell everyone
That Heaven maybe closer than the Sun
And even though our parents may not be here
When we take our last breath there is nothing to fear

Because what seems like a very dark day
Is really a small price to pay
So the next time you hear a familiar voice in your head
It could be your parents telling you they are not really dead

And I thank… GOD… I no longer have to write
Because my parents have finally found Peace in the Light
And some day when it’s my turn to go home
I will show my parents this poem

Woke up this morning
Grey rainy day
Turned on the TV watched Talking Heads
They didn't have much to say



I got all kind of *****
But no one wants to play



I think I will try writing a poem
About people who are all alone
About souls far from home



How we all came to this place
Which we soon learn is not very safe



Wondering what came before
Dreading the day
We walk through Death's Door



I think I will take another sip
Boy...Vanilla ***** is a trip
Makes love to my lip



So this is how life goes
For a Poet knows
Loneliness inspires prose

Once I stood witness

In a place before time

I passed through a Golden Door

Into a room that was sublime



There was GOD

And his only Begotten Son

Two Angels Lucifer and Michael

Their battle had just begun



I saw a passionate fight

Lasting all through the night

A fierce struggle of wits and will

Lucifer fled to avoid Michael's ****



The Warrior Angel told Lucifer

He will never take Jesus's place

For your sin of Envy

You will spend Eternity in disgrace



Into The Lake of Fire

The bones of Fallen Angels

Fuel this evil bonfire



To this day The Dark Angel lives in his

Den of Decay

Planning for his return to wage The Final War

On Judgement Day

Hot boring day
Don’t got much to say
How can I get High?
I need my Soul, Mind, Body to Fly


I tried ***** and Jack
Boy the Buzz is Wack
I wrote some real cool things
But destroying my liver would sting


I should try to take drugs
Where can I learn how to take pills?
I need to get my mind to chill
With my luck I would probably OD
If I do bury me beneath
The Manchineel Tree


Maybe I should go to the Internet and hire a *****
I hear these girls Love Money from Male Bores
Gee I hope they don’t have too many sores
Writing poems is nice
But I yearn for a safe vice


I use to listen to music
Beatles, Stones, Billy Idol
Today I need a sound that is Vital


Rap is Great
There is no debate
But I need a Lady to take me to another level
My ears, eyes and mind she must bedevil


To soar I must feel the Beat
I have to feel the Heat
She has to be a Visual Treat
Her soul I would eat


I don’t care what color she is
But I must be able to taste her Audio ****


So I go to my search engine and type in trance
All the Ladies are Super Hot
But will I find Aural Romance


I can’t decide between Milk and Dark Chocolate
Wow Black Latex Skin Tight Suit
Her stance, her dance, her prance, her trance
I found the Trance Queen


Nadia Ali is her name
Her sound and beat have brought me to life
She will become my Video Wife


Her performance can bring and man or woman to their knees
You can see on her face
She has style and grace
She loves to entertain
And take away the boredom pain


What an Angel sent to Earth
To spread Trance’s Birth


Thank you Miss Ali
You got me Audio High
I bet even the Devil if he heard you would cry


Please if you read this poem check her out
You owe it to yourself to find what Trance is all about

Biggie and Tupac
Heavens Dance Angels Prance
Rap’s Eternal Lyrical Romance

I awoke one morning with little warning
God’s Rapticans took me for a ride
To the other side where are loved ones hide

California Love I climbed on
Deep into the Light...What a Sight
Beyond the video to Heavens Studio

We headed to a place above the Sun
Follow the beat  move your feet feel the heat
My soul My mind My unwind

We stopped and came to a place
Where Angel’s climbed Heavenly Vine
At the top there was a door had to see more

Inside Biggie and Tupac
What a shock
Teaching all future Rappers yet to come

All colors and creeds planting Peace Seeds
Finally an End to terror will come beat the Drum
Boys and Girls yet to be born

End to hate there will be no debate
Big and Tupac will see to that
Future plan for Man

Learning to write about ideas
Share knowledgeable have compassion
Heavens true fashion

No more Mideast No more Midwest no more whose the best
Someday all the realities will unite
The Dead, The Living, The yet to be born sound the Horn

Finally and end to Global Fight
Through Rap’s Musical Delight
God’s Audio Lift Musical Gift

A new beginning
The Creators Plan
For the Family of Man