"Together, with words written, we can enlighten those who chose to listen." W.D.

Intrigued
by balls of gas
that burn for our eyes
in an unclouded
night filled sky.
Interesting
how they are looked up to
looked upon for guidance
as ancestors
who still live to watch over us.
A shooting star
caught in the eyes sight
gifts a wish so it is said
or does it
just gift a light of hope
giving reason to carry on
or maybe, just maybe
it's a star gone astray
to pursue its own self worth
separating its self from home.
What if the biggest
brightest star
went astray?
Would north be lost
or w… Continue

Words twist exaggeration
Into the reality of truth
It's hard to speak
With simplicity
Spoken words recited
From perception,
Emotion
Sometimes only to run through
The mind
Unheard
Whispering to ones inner-self.

What one may share
As a Memoir to another
Is only a way
To feed the knowledge
Of others
An illusion we have created
As a silhouette of a theme
We idolize.

To share a life lived
With others
In detail
Leaves a heart open
Purified,
Guilt free
Out from the cloud of smoke
Bellowing
From our f… Continue

We wonder,
Asking ourselves religiously,
Thinking,
Pondering,
At times we hold them in
As if shying from answers
Our answers
Those answers we are too timid
To Hear
As our inner rebellion
Fights to know the truth,
Some truth,
Any truth.

Occasionally
We blurt some out
Stressing from an answer
We know
And already have
Though almost always
Not content
With the feed back
We receive from others,
Searching for criticism
While never satisfied
With the critiques.

Answers we forget
Are like rocks
Living… Continue

Passing within the walls of love
I am confined,
confined by those walls
held in warmth
by the carpenter's precise care
in the building of love's structure.

Still I know it's the foundation
which allows me to pass
with-in your walls,
to walk your corridors
without hesitation,
to stand upon your balconies
in the morning mist
awaiting the sun's rays
to warm my outer being
for your walls of love
have warmed my heart.

While looking into your windows
I realize our souls
were meant for these walls
fo… Continue

In the endless ocean
Of everlasting dust,
There are cries;
Not only of agony but of love.

For left behind are families
With nothing but their lives to lead;
All waiting for an answer.

While torn and ragged,
Covered in arms,
They must trust our leaders certainty.

Thunder is the ongoing sound
Of what seems to be;
Yet lightning strikes them dead.

Entangled in weeks old clothes,
Drenched and stained,
In what they wished was only rain.

Families fear the days to come
While gripping tight to sanit… Continue