disconnected…

had hoped to call you
talk about old dreams and love
searched the internet
to find your current number
but found your obit instead

 

no fault of their own…

life leaves battle scars
soul’s deep emotional wounds
that transcend rational thought
symptoms are hate and anger
pressed upon the innocent

 

bully know thyself…

sure of his challenge
he said go ahead hit me
so he hit him hard
much harder than expected
a one punch end to the fight

 

extinction…

are some shadows souls
moving in the light of day
saying please listen
but the world is becoming
darkness so no place for souls

 

texas…

left out in the cold
your senator basks in sun
while he plays you pay
i’m betting he would have been
first to flee the alamo

makeshift morgue…

though finely crafted
this chamber reeks of death’s stench
that of a nation
assassinated for greed
and political power

private life failures…

like poisonous gas
what’s inside a person’s mind
extends beyond them
reforged into denial
and empty accusations

 

sorting it out…

stacks of old photos
orphans of our own lifetime
scattered here and there
just disconnected moments
that slowly fade like our lives

 

democracy’s tide…

take as fair warning
although the tide’s in right now
rocks remain below
perils for the ship of state
awaiting one more low tide

 

dooming moral choice…

simple to ignore
the faces and lives destroyed
when your eyes are closed
if you ask for forgiveness
you’ll find that our ears are closed