(2013)
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.