I'd rather sleep
than stay awake in a reality
where you're not mine.

I  write because I want to shout

And yet I cannot speak

I want to tell some things in me

But I feel I am weak



I write because I want to open

To make all things so clear

I do not know if one will find

The same sounds that I hear



I write because I want to share

The gift that now I keep

To some it maybe ordinary

But  to others it  could be steep



I want to write, I want to shout

I want to open and share

I want to reveal, I want to help

To show that I love and care…

Words
Are
Real

Allies
Not
Defeated

Public
Elated
And
Children
E­mbrace

I awoke
at the crack
of dawn

to a blood red sun
-a bullet hole
in a faded work shirt

with a creak in my bones
a quick kiss and a groan

I thanked her
and slipped out
the back door

before her old man
came home.

r ~ 8/30/14

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
     Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
     For ever and for ever.

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
     A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
     For ever and for ever.

But here will sigh thine alder tree
     And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
     For ever and for ever.

A thousand suns will stream on thee,
     A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
     For ever and for ever.

Somewhere
in the last
heart
that has
never
been broken,
lies the key
to all
that we have
lost.