The pain racks my body
Like thunder fractures the silence.
I long to separate and
observe from afar.
But pain claws me down
and laughs at my feeble attempt.
Like a demon from hell, it’s grip
is the grip of past sins.
The price is atonement for sins
yet committed.

What are my sins oh specter
that has command of my soul?
Did my desires overwhelm my needs?
Was my treatment of others
cruel or self serving? Did I
destroy rather than build?
Tell me, release me to the silence
and to eternal darkness.

But the pain persists.
The agony settles over me
like fog on the sea. I can’t even
plead, my voice is consumed.
The specter just laughs, “ your pain
is mine and I feed on your agony”.

Planet earth, it’s where we live.
The sun, the moon, the stars
all apart. We look, we share
the wonders, but it’s here that
we exist.

It’s the here that haunts our being.
We abuse the here and hurt ourselves.
Poisoned air, polluted water, oceans
filled with trash, sprawling cites, burned
landscapes and starving people.

We envy, we covet, we steal, we lie,
we **** and we exploit. We are driven
by desire. We can’t distinguish between
want and need. It’s always want.
People want, nations want and take
to satisfy only to realize they aren’t satisfied.

Can it be corrected, yes, very simple.
People caring about people and not
about possession. Nature is our blueprint.
She exists and perpetuates naturally.
Live with ourselves and she will care for us.

depression creeps in
like a thief in the night,
not looking for gold,
only your sanity.
It’s vice clamps your mind
It’s hands turn the *****, I
scream at the pain, the pressure,
my mind explodes into fragments
and collects in the abyss of
uncertainty. Where, when
I no longer know. I grasp
to stop the fall, I pray to Him to
save me. Anybody, anything!
Suddenly, an angel in white.
Things will be alright.
He holds the magic wand,
One ***** of the needle
And I’m saved.

The arrow flies, the target’*****
but truth escapes the assault.
Truth seeks openness, the
space between opinion and
reality.

Opinion lives in the political world
while reality lives in the real world,
where numbers are not just figures
on a chart but loved ones missed
and missing.

Truth today isn’t a matter of
conscience but a matter of
convenience. Convenient to
the political moment while
the conscience of reality begs
for straight talk and honest truth.

The arrow hit us, the victims.
We suffer epidemics of both
crippling illness and debilitating
spin. The cure for both is the truth.

The moon calls its tune
the tides awaken and roll
my mind rebels

The sea is angry
Spinning white caps on my bow
Stay the course or die

Nighttime, sliver of light
Inspiration in the void
Darkness nurtures me