The barred doors of the cell of the past and the misunderstood assumptions present in the ones close to the heart insure the cell of the future is to be a sentence of life; For the crimes of memory and resentment is a prison and offers no escape and no parole, And the key is... Continue Reading →
Lust: A Haiku
Heart afire, I burn and and consumed but am not singed--just scalded, The neon of my sould glows read with an inner fire too hot to meaure, to touch that which is unseen, to feel that which is forbidden and pent up, to know the screts only lovers do, and to hold and make the... Continue Reading →
Missing the Darkness :A haiku
The night comes I miss the darkness... Of when I could numb my soul Against the blinding reality of responsibility. The darkness beckons... And I feel the siren call of yearning to be numb To become as one wrapped and cocooned In a blanket of contentment. The darkness touches me... It taps me on the... Continue Reading →
Lust: For Lack of a Better Word
Short but sweet… A man’s heart lies in a lot of places; it lies in work, it lies in devotion to family, it lies in duty, and it lies….period. It lies when it says he doesn’t need to be touched or “it’s ok; I’m not in the mood either”… when in fact, he very much... Continue Reading →
All That Fits: A Poem
Weeks went by; Moments too slow to number…. Moments that piled up with memories of shouts and pain; Listening to the endless failures he had committed Enduring humiliation upon shame… And stepping in to keep his child from another beating. Days went by… Hours too slow to number… Where he lay awake and planned and... Continue Reading →
Unwelcome Sunset: A Poem
Hooray. Another sunset. Where others might draw wonder or see splendor, I see the rise of a dark blanket… A harbinger of another day of fear and gnashing struggle. The dark is kind, though… In it I can wrap myself and embrace the numbness That lasts, and tastes, sweet-- like the touch of a lover... Continue Reading →
The morning after….A Poem
We used to hold hands together, You and I, There was a spark between us; an electricity…. Now those hands are held as fists, And that spark has gone Except to cause an explosion. It’s all my fault, you see. I tried—God knows, I did; I didn’t know what else to Do to get my... Continue Reading →
