Her Beauty...

She shines
She glows
She reflects
She embodies
She absorbs
She impacts
She possesses
She returns
She’s mine.

I fell in love with her name
I fell in love with her presence
I fell in love with her pony tail
I fell in love with her kiss
I fell in love with her smile
I fell in love with her passion
I fell in love with her commitment
I fell in love with her devotion
I just fell in love...

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Blank stares, eyes without depth,
sound without ears, death is near.
In graves unmarked they question why.
On streets of home, left to die.
Not attended, just collected.
Counted, then disposed, never
Identified. Someone knows,
no one cares. Assigned a number,
boxed and shipped. A grave of
numbers, without names. Covered
with dirt, no flowers, no stone
no name just an eternal number.

Rapture, Cataclysm , Big Bang,
all simultaneous, beginning of
nothing, imagining the unimaginable,
silence, void, lack of a universe, no
source, no end, no being, the indescribable,
the undefinable, isolation yet nothing
to be isolated from, not even alone, just not.
Existence doesn’t exist, just pure absence.
Yet, in death we exist, only in the ether...

I toss and turn but the voice in my head grows louder.
The sound absorbs me. I’m now within it, flowing with it down
to a place of terror and evil where nothing is consumed
but exists always. Where evil is personified and is
revisited on those whose lives embodied it.

The Racist...

He craves acceptance and sees it just ahead but is constantly
stumbling over those whom he wronged in life,
those who wanted acceptance from him but were denied.
Now his path is blocked by his own intolerance. The
victims just smile..


Swindlers/Thieves...

Craving accumulation in life the thief feels the high of satisfaction
then pain of loss. What he most desires is his for a fleeting moment
but is taken away. Eternal loss haunts him forever. The victim,
smiling, just looks away.

Abusers..

The perp becomes the victim. Forever terrified
of the next assault. Attacked from all sides,
not knowing which way to turn, his agony
is the uncertainty, the waiting, the anticipation.
Again, the victim just smiles...

Suddenly, all is quiet. Below is the sea of governance,
the home of the great serpent, Deception. His offer of
helping hands suddenly become giant tentacles with
suckers that hold you and drag you down
to a place of eternal dependence. I see the
souls writhe and squirm as they slip below the surface.
I drift on...


Drug dealers...

Dealers consume their own product. They experience the high
then the inevitable crash. The only solution is another fix.
But that fix is held buy his customer, just out of his reach.
So, he twists in the grip of withdrawal eternally.
Again, the victim just smiles...

Pedophiles...

They lived with no heart. They ripped the innocence from
children whose only failing was trust. For that their
hearts will be ripped from their chests
by the specter of a child, the agony to be experienced
over and over. Again, the child just smiles...

Murderers..

In life, they took life. Now, their victims get their revenge.
They are murdered by their victims in the same way.
But, they don’t die. They are resurrected, then,
killed again, over and over, the pain, the fear and
anticipation revisited upon them.
The victims just smile...


Sins against love...

Love sought tranquillity but it was perverted,
thwarted or used for evil. When love, the greatest
gift of all is used for evil, the punishment must
exceed anything imaginable. It must involve not
just physical but also emotional pain. The unimaginable
is a life without love. How’s that for punishment?
Unfortunately, these victims never smile...

Fallen, crushed by fears
my tears soak the earth,
my cries unheard,
my pleads ignored, then a voice
from the bowels of history
covers me with a blanket
of calm. My tears rise from  
the earth like flowers. They
cover me with the song of life,
the smell of youth, the hope
of a new beginning. all from
the sound of his voice...
Thank you Andrea B.

Lessons from the Inside...


Wandering open spaces
seeking solitude or peace
or both.
My heart beats fast
I feel the blood coursing
I panic at the surge
I scream at the sky
I stomp on the earth
I ***** the truth
It spills to the ground
in a jumble of words
What does it mean
Is it poetry from the
heart's bottom
I arrange the words
they speak to me
Peace and solitude
are inside not outside
I pick up my lesson
and walk home like a
kid on the first day of school.