God sing for me,Sweet songs of ecstasy,A melodic hum of purity,In layers of rich harmonies,As angels walk me across the river,To rest in shade of trees.
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Love Missing
He seemed to feel some pleasure,In the parlance of pain she planned,A saturnine range of aching,With no care to understand. Once he died, he found surprise,In the weight of empty pockets,The loss been tossed in exchange,His agony, her final target. Aimless space through endless time,In the bottomless void he can,Now embrace the night inside,His heartContinue reading “Love Missing”
Alley Adventures in Odessa, Texas
August 18, 1959 Alleys are a great place for me and my buddies to play. We can get away with just about anything without the old folks yellin’ at us. What a pain – the old folks, barkin’ like a pack of mutts with bald spots and depression ribs. But the alley is our territoryContinue reading “Alley Adventures in Odessa, Texas”
Death Doth Cry
The life beneath but skin and bone,Too soon gone, souls scream home,Jump rare beauty upon the dash,Iron clad hooves their rearing clash,Against the steel of Rome. War hammers render armor pale,Mail pierced through with pikes and flail,To bludgeon flesh of sinewed flanks,Corrupt in schools of fear filled ranks,Spirits seep down the dale. Splashing pools ofContinue reading “Death Doth Cry”
New Passions
What colleges have you attended? I spent my “working life” in finance and banking. My first job was door-to-door, collecting late mortgage payments while getting spit on and cussed out. It became clear that more education was important. The problem was that I already had a young family with all the accompanying bills and obligations.Continue reading “New Passions”
Island Night
The island glows on carefreenights of youthful moons,storm winds swaying palmsand rousing white tippedwaves in an orchestra ofocean blue. The island sings the gentlerhythm of Pahu drums,tanned girls musically swishtheir lauhala skirts ofhumming hips telling storieswith mudra hands. The island hears sharedwhispers ‘tween loversunder leaky thatched roofsof amber straw as they sipcoconut milk and starewithContinue reading “Island Night”
Broken Bridge
“So, what did he say?Brother! What did he say?”No answer; only an empty stare fromtransfixed eyes, through a sealedwindow, streaked by desperate fingersin fog of wet hot breath.Your head lists like a sinking ship.I feel titillating waves of risingwater, its cold hands slowly crawlingever higher on my back, whilebodies desperate, splash around us.Vehicles eerily floatContinue reading “Broken Bridge”
Resolute
I live the unending questfor purpose in my life,The more years that go by,The more earnest the pursuit,But my growing wisdomteaches me the search is futile,Like the source of the wind;It is unfindable. Yet, I continue like the albatross,As hope picks me upand sends me on my way,Escorted by the Holy Spirit,Beyond waning disappointment,Past theContinue reading “Resolute”
Night of Visages
The Ballerina Black eyes stared from the darkness,Slowly, almost imperceptibly,She emerged as her shaking handsstretched toward me, an invitationto meet halfway. A strange calm cameupon us as our fingertips touched.Smiling broadly, her throat was deepand dark like her black eyes.A ballerina’s red tulle of nainsookfloated at her hips. A single shake,A slight rustle invited meContinue reading “Night of Visages”
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