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Sunrise to sunset, structured and planned.
Each day a copy of the one before.
No venturing beyond familiar routine,
even thoughts are sanitized and safe.

This man thinks himself witty and handsome,
but plain he is, no excitement to offer.
Takes no risks no sponteniety,
lest he uspet the false balance created.

So long he has been alone,
not even a pet to share his day.
He has forgotten how to communicate love.
How sad he hasn't lived.

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Her steady hand loosely caresses the neck,
cool to the touch, the wood of the guitar.
Calloused fingertips depress the strings,
firmly, gently against the frets.

Eyelids slowly close as her breathing relaxes.
Hands perform to compositions in her head.
Unbidden music arrives without thought,
oblivious to all except the sound of the strings.

Cascading, streaming through her body,
fantasies, dreams, realities and fears.
Transformed to sheets of musical notes,
flowing out her fingers for all to feel.

Lest We Forget

For all the ones who did not come back, for all the ones who came back and carried on and especially for all the ones who came back and could not carry on.


Now I lay me down to sleep...
eyes closed tight
squeezed shut,
trying not to see what he saw.
Screaming, blasting,
limbs exploding.
Macabre visions
hour by hour.

"Ok Officer, I'm moving"

Have Mercy


I pray the Lord my soul...
my soul
Can't remember.......oh yes,
he fought a battle for something.
Someone's freedom.
Can't recall whose.
Certainly not his.
He is not free.

"Hey Mister, can you spare a dollar?'
My soul to keep.

Have Mercy


If I should die before I wake........
How can you wake when you never sleep.
Truly sleep.
All day all night from bench to alley to underpass.
Soup Kitchen closes at 9.

"Dammit! Someone took my cardboard"

Have Mercy


I pray the Lord, something........
I pray the Lord to take something.
It's raining
Wheres my gun? Wheres my unit?

"Hey, get off that bench. Thats my bench".

Atten-hun!

"Sir, Yes Sir!"

Got to get to my underpass.
My soul to take.
Soup Kitchen closed today.

Have Mercy

First Bite

Oh Woman! only a bite did you take,
and on that bite the wrong of the world was placed.
Cursed with the burden created by both,
forever to heal and equal the field.

Woman, you have see too much,
yet tender of spirit have remained.
With capacity for love and mercy,
strength of resolve an inner gift.

Calling on wisdoms learned through ages
from the depths of depravity and despair
the power to lift each out is now yours.
The apple whole you both should have eaten.

Galactic Glue

Darkest matter bending light,
planets humbled by shear force.
Cosmic tentacles reaching out,
binding galaxies together.

The End of Time

Time is too restrictive,
this self imposed prison
between tick and tock.

Life spent wading through agendas.
Schedules fixed and unbending.
waiting for the heart to stop.

Is death the only key
to release us from this
bondage of time?