unattended…

old sun bleached table
retains a fine lace pattern
of a lost doily
a loved weaver’s legacy
faded image of a life

 

 

5 million children…

these are new orphans
none of them were deserted
their parents loved them
but orphanages are their fate
you’re asking how can this be
the answer is quite simple
you see some parents
died from the covid virus
before it was named
some to the known enemy
and some died with denial
arsenic laced politics
whatever the cause
these children are left alone
the love they once knew
has vanished before their eyes
now they must fend for themselves
fill their hearts empty spaces

morning procrastination…

not looking forward
to when i cuddle with dreams
so i’m lingering 
in this moment by your side
seeing no reason to rise

 

 

and who is my neighbor…

a frozen body
in the fetal position
lies on the sidewalk
before life’s final hours
a vibrant human being
but the death of compassion
in humankind has
averted eyes of concern
to deny what’s known
that human fate can be altered
no one needs to die alone
frozen on the cold hard pavement

life’s night in america…

walk life’s forest floor
and you will see human fear
darkness surrounds all
even one’s breath’s shrouded in
survival’s desperation

 

 

god bless ye merry gentlemen…

unwrapping presents
sharing moments of laughter
all’s well in your world
a limited world
excluding homeless children 
and those left alone by time
have another glass of cheer

 

 

like black elk…

all of my beliefs
all my passionate moments
gone from existence

 

 

no bed sheets…

poverty’s child
alone
sleeping on a bare bed
as days
turned
into years
a man 
friendly with people
still
sleeping
on
a bare bed

 

 

maybe today…

an old lover’s dream
wraps hope into the new day
but nothing changes

 

 

but one voice…

can’t hear
own
thoughts
too much noise
trafficking
from
lies and hate
masking out
voices
in
pain
homeless dreams
some
wrapped
in
the currency
of
war
but
what
can
one voice
do
to rise
above
war’s cacophony
of
misery
though
a simple solution
one
could join
the choir
of
hope
sending forth
words
of
unwavering
belief
in tomorrow
that
grasps
the minds
of
social sinners
like
an old gospel hymn
swaying
the coldest heart
towards
redemption
or
offer up
such a sweet solo
of
truth
so
powerful
that
the walls
of
deception
crumble
into dust
revealing
all
that was hidden
that
my friend
is
what
one voice
can
do
so
rejoice