I feel most at home
when my pencil is hitting the paper
or my fingers are hitting the keys

I write to have a voice
a voice that screams to be heard
a voice that has been crying out
for so long

I am no longer willing to sit in silence
I deserve to be heard
and I'll scream until someone listens

My pain has been overlooked
my words have been belittled
my voice has been hushed

But not for any longer

soon the brilliant ides of spring
shall bring such a resplendent ring  
to the meadows and rolling hills
making for grand eye catching thrills

floral displays e'er so divine  
their faces showing on a vine
of scented aromas in frills
a perfume sweet to breathing gills

strolling amid the colors bright
splendor in their superb highlight
exquisite be these rainbows mills  
bursting with shining tonal spills

the news of the season of spring
brings to a winter heart many trills

For we haven't a clue

when out of the blue

our lives will be helpless

to the real world's address.

~

Each day that we live

we have to just give

life its due process

we must just confess.

~

In the morning he was ill

such a wild complaining pill

when the sun began to set,

well then we became upset.

~

Throughout our lives we care

about things others wouldn't dare

yet when the truth is told

nothing remains anything bold.

~

We will be strong today

our courage will not sway

The human condition speaks loud,

no indecision can be allowed.

~

Cancer *****, it certainly does

when it is why, because

we will all go forward

with no illusion toward.

~

Love life together and free

believe in always you and me.

we are given constant chance

to live a life of elegance.

I've always wanted to be that guy that in the middle of being in the audience of a live theatrical performance, from my seat, just shout, 'that line ******' and not be noticed, but know everyone around me agreed.

her, him, anyone who believes they're not, yet hasn't any idea!

I remember that day,

it was 7th grade civics class

We had to draw the landscape

the colors turning. We could see.

When then we each with a notepad

began to venture into a faraway

retreat away, the sky brilliance

our guide toward a fantasy.

~

I was unable to recall later

that cold December morning

just how beautiful the leaves

were just weeks earlier, radiant

in the autumn sunlight.

Life was an easy walk

along pathways that

breathed the lovely

vestige of Nature’s remedy.

~

Winter skies are meant to

chill our heart and soul.

The trees hadn’t any designs

to seek desire’s passion.

Today the branches remained

stark and sleek, now barren,

holding only a key toward

sudden loss, the fallen summer.

~

A week earlier the branches held a fresh snow

At least he felt shelter in his new travel home.

A deepening pain

Echoes inside my mind

In recognition

In realization

In reckoning.

That powerful syntax that moves

Beyond a notion

And completes its journey

Wild abandon

That interpretation that in my mind

Left itself reckless

Knowing it could resonate

And yet the paper cannot withstand

The mighty force of words

.

The human spirit

In all of its beauty

Soaring above clouds

Of discontent

Finds reason to balance

Nature’s course of mortality

We are frail souls

That when we hurt

We bleed

Our emotions we feel

Seeking a pendulum

To overcome

The error of our ways

.

And words again

Become my mentor

As I seek guidance

That forest

Of reasoning

Intertwining my path

With fallen branches, ruts,

Stones

Continue to assist my way

I stumble as often

As I may stammer in conversation

.

Yet in the end I am always resilient in hope

To recognize there are truths that allow me to grow.