some people are already dead
and don't feel the magic
of moonlight and a car and a 6 pack
music on the radio
and an arm around someone
you think you love
and sometimes when the moon is full
I can hear your footsteps
coming down the back porch steps
of your house
and the memories of you
come running to that moment
when our hearts were young
and if I am attentive
to these echoes from my heart
I can hold you in my arms
for the briefest of moments

More than seventy years seen
still looked more keen
and what a year it has been
Yet cannot believe you didn't see
the year twenty three
what a hell it has been
Not seeing you anymore
Looking down from the window,
the one I most adored
why did you leave me,
Since the last day of last December,
The winter is freezing me like never before!

Another attack, more bloodshed
humans are in peril
It's hard to see
terror spreading
Why in this century
this should continue
We have read history too many to know
What can happen
And what will be lost
And no one is happy with the ending
We are losing humanity
It is strongly upsetting
what should spread peace, continues to be the reason of divide
Why do people resort to violence
Bloodstain on their fingers.

Four men I don't see in the market.

We stopped just short of smiles
we were always about to begin a conversation
we told each other we had years ago
met somewhere
and we talked only with eyes.

Then on a day, for days
they weren't there anymore.

I try to imagine their age
if they were old enough to be dead.

Like a ray of hope I love to believe
they moved away elsewhere.

Four men short and it will be five.

Maybe one eye will look for me
a little sad at my missing
just another man not seen anymore..

An ordinary man, a poet at heart
who felt more than could express.

He wouldn't know.

Paper faces and silicone smiles-
Where’d you get that mask, little girl?
Looks an awful lot like

me.