In truth

He could no longer see the goodness, feel the warmth from the light that emanated from within her; no longer cared or believed her claims of love. For the vile hurtful words of truth penetrated deep, daggers slung with precision, straight to the heart. But instead of pulling them out and assessing the damage his

Single thought

Not a single thought was given when he opened the first bottle just a little past noon, savored the flavor and called it lunch. By three his productivity was lagging and he looked at the clock, wondering if he’d make the five o’clock deadline or just make a quick call and push out delivery till

STILL RUNNING

So many years Lifetimes it seems So much muddy water Under those burnt Forgotten bridges Modus operandi Fly in like the wind Come and go Completely unknown This time different Everything shifted Perspective Perception Observing With intent Everywhere I go Round every corner No longer hidden Painful haunting ghosts Feeling a stranger In a place

BLAME SHIFTING

She walked into the room Not knowing what day it was Every aspect of her life Seemingly a blur A swirling mass of chaos Contemptuous vibes Hanging heavy in the air Filling her lungs with every breath Feeling as if she were choking to death Once again the truth was told Falling on the same

Easter at the Vatican

Standing At the manmade altar Dressed in gold As if possessing A direct connection To the Lord Our God Men of sin Most sadistic Vile unconscionable Acts against the Innocent Professing to the Holy Father To be on the side Of God Rallying for Themselves In defiant Denial On this the Holiest of days A

Poem-a-day No.7

A path with heart Standing on the edge Looking on Dark shadows shroud The path Those who would happily Drag me down Waiting to take My hand Following for a While Truth revealing itself In darkened halls I do not wish To dwell For though at Times My soul grows Weary Darkness offering Such sweet