Friday, May 21, 2010

" 10B1141"

The sharp clank of

the prison doors,

then the deathly quiet,

leaving only a chill

and sudden emptiness

that screams despair.

You are surrounded by

the pale, lime green walls,

dirt caked windows too

high to see out of, and

steel bars, steel bars

where ever you turn.

You want to scream,

“let me out, I’ll never do

it again”, whatever “it”

might be that landed you

here in the first place.

Inmates stare at you, those

vacant eyes, devoid of hope,

or any expression of humanity.

You look down at your forest

green “uniform”, worn thin by

those who came before you.

The block letters of your new

home, the name faded by

too many washings. Echoes

of furtive conversation suddenly

broken by the harsh commands

of “The Man” twirling his baton,

grinning wolfishly in hopes that

he may find his next victim..........

There is no individuality, no statement

that separates you from someone else.

Your identity has been replaced by

a number, one of many lacking a

past without hope for the future, nothing

but counting down the days and weeks

until the sun shines again in your eyes.

Friday, May 7, 2010



The search

for truth lies

within the soul.

You cannot see

You cannot hear

You cannot taste

You cannot feel

You cannot smell


It is beautiful when

used wisely, cruel

if used as a weapon.

Truth resides in all

mankind and its

purity is in its use.

My truth is not your

truth, nor is your

truth my truth.

It is the path between

the finite and the infinite

Happily, truth is the

foundation for love

and hope for tomorrow.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010


The slow drip of doubt
Slides into view like a
Raindrop curling down
Some slick window pane.
The tiny drop is there,
Hardly noticeable, then,
Like the rain-splattered
Window, more drops form
Until all trust is drowned.
Clarity, valued with its
Naive transparency, has now
Dissolved, taking with it
The foundation of all hope.
Gone is that treasured bond,
Washed away by the tears of
Sadness and despair, sinking into
Abandonment and obscurity.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Time's Tape

The head aches
The hand shakes
The skin flakes
The eyes agape
The wrinkled nape
The stomach quakes
The mind slakes
The heart breaks
There are no breaks
So you cannot escape

Friday, March 5, 2010


long walks
gentle footsteps
cushioned by
green loam
on a rain
spattered path.
a gray mist
embraces you
in it's damp cocoon,
then disappears
into a silent twilight.
the quiet resilience
of today offers hope
for tomorrow as
the pain of yesterday
fades slowly into
that damp, gray mist.

Thursday, February 11, 2010


Listen as:

The wind roars

Through the red

Painted canyon,

Howling against

Scorched walls

In a desperate

Search for release.

Watch as:

A setting western

Sun carves hollow

Shadows beneath

Snow tipped peaks,

A stark contrast caught

In a frozen tableau.

Smell as:

The scent of blood red clay

Stings the nostrils, a

Harsh reminder of

Natures omnipotence.

Feel as:

The cool wind washes over

Your entire being, leaving

You cold but refreshed.

Taste as:

The icy cold waters of a

Stream provides an

Incomparable taste while

Rushing to some long

Awaited destiny.

Monday, February 1, 2010


A birthday arrives, with it

A trumpeting demand to

“Open that door” to a hollow

Space in the corner of my mind.

It beckons me to travel back

Through a mist of yesterdays,

The questions erupting with

A spiritless conventionality,

With the arrogance and fear

To ignore unwanted answers.

Who was my birth mother?

Is she still alive, and if so,

Does she remember the pain?

Or the miracle of a new life?

Does she wonder, or care

Who I am?

Has the time come-or gone,

To reach out to that baby? The one

She held for only a moment,

So long ago? Is that her crucible?

Will she fail it, again? Do I want

To know the answers, today? Ever?

Tuesday, January 12, 2010


Starting to grow old

Gets to be a drain,

The mind is always

Racing but the body

Just remains.

Going to the gym is

All about working out

But go look in that

Damn mirror and

All you see is


Trying on those old

Jeans that use to

Look real cool, but

The button won’t

Go in that hole

And you look like

Some old fool. You

Know you put things

Somewhere, a place

You won’t forget,

Then you try and

Remember and can’t

Find them on a bet.

It seems that loss

Of memory is equal

To weight gained,

You keep on getting

Older but some things

Remain the same.

It’s all about the mind,

Ready to go on a tare,

But the body lags behind

Screaming “Hey, slow down,

I’m too old and this just isn’t fair.”