thoughts before knocking…

some doors
are

always closed
no one
dare
enter
nor
seriously consider
what lies
just
beyond
the threshold
other doors
are
partially opened
to
let those
passing by
admired
what lies
just
out of reach
so as to
fill their dreams
at night
but
a few doors
are swung
wide-open
inviting
all travelers
of
this life
welcome
and
a place
to rest
one’s weary
soul

looky loos for peace…

looky-loos-for-peace

move along
don’t dillydally
there’s
nothing
to see
today’s
bloody words
of hate
won’t
debate
so
there’s
no need
for stares
or
prayers
just count
the graves
along
the way
if you need
something
to do
that makes
your journey
shorter
but know
those graves
are not
from today
but
from
the wars
of
yesterday
move along
hope
for peace
does not
belong
along
a freeway
of greed

eden revisited…

eden revisted...

no church bells
or
calls to prayer
have been heard
doves now rest
near sacred texts
doves
safer now
now
that man
is no more
for
his wars
have finally
brought about
nature’s reign
and
the long sought after
peace
peace
came quickly
such weapons
assured
no prolonged battles
death rained down
upon
humankind
with
well designed destruction
targeted
to
war’s given species
to
protect
the environment
for
survivors
of which
there were
none
how bright the sun
without
concrete structures
how quiet the night
without
human fights
how well
the earth
has become
without
its caretakers

the water cycle of war…

the water cycle of war

there is no new rain
thousand-year-old drops like tears
enter the ether

enter the ether
condense with greed’s coldness so
there is no new rain

there is no new rain
no ambrosia of peace to
enter the ether