The cold morning air
Buffeting off the tombstones
Stinging...tearing eyes

O cast a glance so I may know
As I do bear fair Cupid's bow
My quills I aim right at your soul
I quiver tremble lose control
O cast a glance so I may know
O cast a glance so I may know
O cast a glance so I may know

Surfing is playful
When there's a tide
But it's awfully painful
When waves have died
And what of the poet
Who was filled with rhyme
Whose verse is now crippled
By a heart that pines
Torn is a poet who knows
Not when to share
Forlorn is his heart
Of emotions laid bare

it landed
delicately
retracting
its wings slowly
i grabbed
a puff of yellow
pigment
then
quiet stillness
i had just
caught
myself again

I'm insufferable
When I'm with you
I'm invulnerable
When I'm with you
I'm insensible
When I'm with you
I'm impregnable
When I'm with you

Lay down
Your weapons
Swords and pens
...and weep
Weep for yourselves
Weep for each other
Weep for your enemy
Weep selfishly
For peace
As you absolve
The sinner
And
The sinned
In a deluge
Of your tears.

he came as promised
he returned disappointed
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a "surgical strike"
revenge retaliating
children watch and learn

i threw a few rocks
we bulldozed a few houses
Our Holy City?

my heart feels heavy
wasting away last goodbyes
lost in the present

you marched into my Jericho
blowing down my walls like Scirocco's
our world it seems is lost in time
our hearts abeat to thoughts sublime
our fears recede conflicts subside
we share a dream and dare confide

angel wings flutter
a hummingbird pirouettes
the forest renews

lightning strikes
thunder detonates
the rain soothes

empty is the room
where silence bellows loudly
sacred is this space

waves caress our shores
sandy beaches laying bare
naked - we embrace

a candle burns bright

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across the room
our world (in)action

A child is well fed
A mother is tucked in bed
It was a good day

bashful lips
brazen nips
ever wanting

alluring eyes
sweet surprise
ever wanting

laconic smile
hearts beguile
ever wanting

souls entwine
love enshrined
ever ever wanting!

a scribe without a story
a ship without a sea
a love without a lover
an "us" without a "me"

white is pure, dark not
so say the fairytales
we glare - d i v i d e d

alabaster white
the fields fall quiet and still
winter rules sublime

a family rips
the village embraces a child
the ascent of man

The sun is up
And hope returns
Anew
Preparing
For another
Tomorrow...

I fell asleep praying
Praying
For exile
From bedlam
Forever

But life
Is cruel
Prayers but guttural  
Chantings
Of quiet
Desperation

Nightmares
Shatter
My nightly vigils
Sleep
A blood curdling respite
From sun-baked
Depression
Why do I endure this
Charade
This caricature
Of ritualistic
Living

Why must anything matter
Anymore
This lonely
Battle
This battle of
Loneliness
I am
But "an army of one"
Decimated

Atrocities establish
Beachheads
Crowding out
Feeble counterattacks
Demanding of meager
Resources
From a soul so utterly
Bankrupt

And yet I wake
And yet I eat
And yet I sleep
And yet I hope
For another
Tomorrow?

our battle...over
come, celebrate my dear friends
let’s light a candle

a world
sans war
a world
sans hunger
a world
sans pollution
a world
sans corruption
a world
sans man
a world
at peace

A thirsty ant sips
From a flooded river bank
The village scurries

the less i yearn
the less i churn
the more i share
the more i care
the less i keep
the less i weep
the more i give
the more i live

the sheets still fragrant
an empty bed inviting
this cold winter night

tucked safely
into bed at night
with demons

every now and then
an ocean wave pauses and smiles
to watch us kiss

fear not radicals
they hunger - much as we do
break bread together

Quiet silent
Masked n senseless
Covid marches
On relentless

Matters not
We’re friend or foe
Destroyed are all
Of “Jericho”

Six-fifty thousand
Dead to date
And yet no sign
This will abate

To mask - or not
Is grounds to fight?
When Covid kills
All weak n slight

We’re dying today
At one-a-minute
Desperate for a
Silver bullet

Perhaps we are
But chimpanzees
Just a tad less
Fancy free!

cradled in your gaze
in the absence of movement
we are one - at peace

winds blow ceaselessly
waters rush down rivulets
a mountain crumbles

cool morning sunshine
a maple leaf is falling
windswept graves lay clean