WHAT IT MEANS TO BE
In shadows deep, where silent dreams are born,
The searing truth of time cuts like a knife.
Within the mirror's gaze, my spirit torn,
Reflects a life besieged by inner strife.
The laughter, once a melody so bright,
Now echoes hollow in the heart's vast halls.
Each day a struggle, fading into night,
Where dreams of glory crumble and then fall
Yet in this realm where hopes are dashed and spun,
A truth emerges, clear as morning's dew:
That battles fought are not so easily won,
And what's reflected is both old and new.
In life's great tapestry, each thread entwines,
To weave the tale of what it means to Be.
CHRISTMAS PRAYER
Blood drops of fire,
circled by specks of bone
manifest conscious germs,
praying, to sacrificed flesh.
OUR LOVER OF SURPRISE
This is not a refutation of caution:
However,
Wherever, one must go,
So goes woe.
DEAD IN ORANGE RED
Dead in orange red,
Military, proud
mushroom cloud,
growing,
as monsters do,
devouring the things,
forgotten & new.