guarded actions…

fears like thorns of pain
from yesterday’s fields pierce deep
into today’s flesh 
creating a tenderness
and haltering future steps

 

 

inadvertent insult..

recall my dear friends
we hear through our memories
words said have been said
their first intentions linger
words become symbols of pain
no matter who presents them

 

 

a poor man’s petition…

now lord
why don’t you
show
some heart
and
keep my friends
from
falling apart
ain’t asking much
like raising
the dead and such
just asking
for
a little mercy
can’t stand to see
my friends
falling apart
so
why not
show some
of
that divine
heart
and keep them
and
pain
apart

sympathetic vibration…

the keys
to
hell
have been placed
outside
your door
an
express delivery
no
signature needed
your life
has certified
the
delivery
good news
is
you’ve been given
a room
with
a view
where
you can
watch
the living hell
you’ve
created for others
but
the bad news
is
you’ll
feel their
pain

 

 

when the time comes…

no need for words
nor belated tears
the stage is empty
the cast has gone home
no need for rehearsal

 

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

pronouncement of death…

gather up the clouds
so we may darken the sky
another soul’s died
no one ever known to you
just another nameless face
but i implore you
to offer a simple prayer
that those loved can heal

 

handle with care…

everything can be broken
or
at least
seem to be broken
it really doesn’t matter
how perfectly it was crafted
careless handling
can result in
lasting damage
that’s how
hearts
are broken

 

the road…

god forsaken trail
through the year’s barren terrain
after a night’s rest
we’ll awaken and stare out
finding that same road waiting