It starts from within- Tiny dark seeds of rebellion- Diseased acts which reveal a level of corruption Which has been brewing and breeding for centuries, And no amount of prayer or fasting or sacrifice or denial Seems to stop the ever advancing tide of those genetic weaknesses From taking over…

In praise of one who gave me life Who calmed me through my times of strife Goodness and kindness personified The one who told me to put others first To offer freely to those who thirst To choose to be saved and sanctified You never sought after wealth and fame Taught me to always be proud of my name To be satisfied if I truly tried You made my world a loving place Taught me to freely offer love and grace

You aim for achieving societal domination And to improve your social situation Engaging yourself with philosophy Seeing patterns others just can’t see Your thoughts create a concrete plan of action And you sit back with growing satisfaction As life’s chess game continues to progress And you won’t be satisfied until…

If I meet you in the future Perhaps hundreds of years from now Make sure you cross my path again Promise me and make a vow Vow to hold me in your arms Vow that our hearts will again entwine Promise that you will search until Once again you must be mine For all the joys I have had in life You are leagues above the rest And if our futures do align I will consider myself blessed Your love is the anchor of my soul

Like Prufrock I am growing old I long for heat and feel the cold Cold that inches closer and invades my very soul I sometimes stop and then reflect On goals accomplished and those I neglect As I pummel forward into the yet unknown I see the children that I’ve…

The storm looms ever threatening I smell rain hovering in the air The tension so thick you can cut it with a knife Nerve ends raw and so aware Our love is like a thunderstorm Trapped in a grey and troubled cloud The silence is so deafening With all the things we never say out loud We act like the sun should always shine But reality tells another tale Each day I wait with bated breath For the approaching destructive hail

Unaware of my surroundings as I Contemplate my life The time crawls by so slowly like a slug My search for meaning comes up empty As reflection fails to yield A purpose or a passion I can grasp I’m in a sort of purgatory My feet are trapped in mud And sluggish is the flavor of the day And life’s labyrinth closes over me And I see no clear way out Trapped in this fugue state ever longing to be free

Your silence is deafening

When I sleep, I fly away To the world of the unknowing Where time exists in ripples And dreams are always overflowing I journey in the wings of angels Doing the dance of imagination Bound not by the physical Or worldly limitations Here I exist in many forms And live out many lives And jolt awake in stark surprise Whenever morning arrives I welcome the secrets each night brings As I embrace the night