reunion without reconciliation…

 

your words
of
understanding
and
forgiveness
cannot
be heard
for
the distance
between
the two of you
is
greater
than ever before
oh
there was a time
when
perhaps
your words
might have
touched
the heart
but
now
your words
cannot
be
heard
nor
can
the tracing
of
your tears
be
followed
by
those gentle hands
no
your words
cannot be
heard
even tho
you stand
just
above
the grave

 

the casting…

 

designed to destroy
artificial images
poured from hate’s cauldron
made from ignorance and fear
soulless asylum seekers

 

on the occasion of daybreak…

 

before my thoughts
have a chance
to merge
with
daily routines
i ponder
if
i should die
before
you wake
or
you should die
before
i
wake
how might
that day
and
those
days that follow
change
will
life’s beauty
still
be revealed
since
our love
is embedded
in
our hearts
and
tho
we shall be apart
what was
still is
for
we have shared
what others
only
dream of

 

white house flag stayed at full mast until…

 

the brown bag prophet
said
wasn’t
it
surprising
that
an ersatz president
who
made 
such
a big deal
about
standing for the flag
calling
such a failure
to
stand
as disrespectful
of
american veterans
and
the nation’s flag
as
a whole
then
to

use the flag
as
a childish statement
of
his
disrespect
for
a true
american hero’s death
the type of individual
he couldn’t
begin
to emulate
given
his
serious
bone spur handicap
didn’t know
such
an aliment
could
also
effect
iq
but
we the people
got him
to lower
it
in respect
and
we the people
can
lower him
so
he
will
learn
respect

 

bedimmed…

 

sunday
i stopped
to
see
aunt bea
during
morning coffee
i said
i read
that
a piece
of
a person’s being
dies
with
each
friend’s death
aunt bea
said
i can’t speak
for
anyone
but
myself
so
tho
i’ve lost
many friends
i’m still
the same person
my soul
is
still complete
but
my picture
of
life
as
i’ve known it
has become
more
incomplete
with
each passing