Tortured Peace

Silence shrieks within my mind,

sorrow snickers with glee.

I navigate by a starless night,

the signs I see aren’t right.

To change yesterday I must learn from tomorrow.


I Look Toward the Wondrous Night Sky

I look toward the wondrous night sky

and imagine what lies beyond.

Perhaps I’m not as far away as they say

maybe there’s no “there” there, after all.

Something outside hides the way,

prevents me from hearing the call…

I look toward the wondrous night sky

and imagine what lies beyond.

Hope is a baby crying for candy

while suckling on mother’s breast –

nothing more.

Fear and love war in my soul,

there is no victor,

but the battle takes a dreadful toll…

I look toward the wondrous night sky

and imagine what lies beyond.

Like an ant in a skyscraper’s basement

my perception is dim,

nothing more than a whim.

Faces pass in the crowd,

I smile, move on.

Onward, never resting, till journey’s end;

and friendless on that last day,

I die alone.

For Christina

Nine good years bookended by tragedy…

A brown-eyed face of hope

suddenly taken away

leaving a hole like Ground Zero in our soul.

Speak not of political ideologies

nor proud partisan remedies

while our tears still be wet,

rather remember her legacy now.

Yes, now and till the winds of time run out of breath!

Henceforth, let us not lash out in anger

but rather reach out in kindness.



Downstairs death stares

electrodes fry her temples

Dr. Freeman taps the ice pick.

Lightning strikes temples of gods long dead

cottontail rabbit diligently digging his hole.

Downstairs death stares

like lilies of the field

scorched by the late summer sun

the Son commends His spirit

neath the cheering of the bloodthirsty throng.

Downstairs death stares

waves of horsemen and archers under one flag exact revenge on waves of horsemen and archers under another

all ignoring the nagging truth:

If compassion be honest, no sin remains.

Downstairs death stares

but what about up above?

With a vacant stare He looks down there

like a puzzled mechanic under a hood

and God saw that it was good.


Oh sacred stone, what mysteries have you beheld?

I held the history of the earth in my palm.

Like a Psalm of the Creator’s majesty

it was unbearably sublime.

Time alone forged its character,

nature may have molded its face;

but only the Infinite could make a thing from nothing.

I marvelled at this miracle for a moment,

then launched it toward the lake.

It skipped the water but twice;

then disappeared.

Take two Tylenol and call me in the morning

I meant what I said

get out of my head.

Run away instead

or you’ll end up dead.

Like trees touching sky

keep your hands held high.

Make a move you die.

How dare you ask why?!?

Birds may fly away,

never will I say

please come back and stay.

That’s just not my way.

You are a disgrace.

Can’t you read my face?

You’ve fallen from grace.

Leave and leave no trace…


In an instant the distance dissolves;

the violent violets flooding my id explode

and the prism of my heart cannot refract the haze.

The days of languishing in the anguish amidst the nebula of my soul

are nearly done – for I am undone.

I yearn to break free from this melancholy madness,

for me this is an unholy sadness.

I am trapped between the moon and sun

hopelessly longing for an eclipse

I know will never come…