the last prayer…

this memorial day

ain’t never wondered
if
you were there
or
not
cuz’
i’ve been carrying
this
holy book
as
my shield
since
i was young
and
force fed
to believe
without
doubt
there
was
some higher
power
than man
as well as
purpose
for
my life
but
as
i’m saying
this final prayer
surrounded
by
the rotting flesh
of
innocent lives
i’m
just wondering
if
you’ve
ever
been
there

another routine…

another routine

our time empties out
there are small perforations
in our existence
that go unnoticed as we
move through our daily routines
excused away by us all
until it’s too late
that’s the point when we reflect
upon life’s meaning
and the arrival of death
as it moves ever closer 
consuming all our dreams
we rationalize
that we have had a good life
questions still remain
what about that afterlife
will there really be judgement
eyes close praying for sunrise

 

 

round robin…

what happens to us
when our life’s purpose is lost
do we continue
to hold fast to old beliefs
there’s a reason things happen
or are there questions
first time questions about fate
the fairness of life
why the innocent suffer
is there truly god’s mercy
none are answerable
nor would the answers change life
just one’s perspective
and future expectations
where the purpose of life’s lost

 

 

measuring…

measuring

guess
the clinical
definition
of
depression
would apply 
to
a lot
of
folks
these days
so many of us
having
to bury
family
and friends
as the dust
from
their graves
swirls
in
the winds
of
hatred
it settles
on
my beliefs
turning them
ashen
but
i recall
hearing
someone
say
when you’ve
laughed
more days
than
you’ve cried
it’s been
a good
life

 

 

no difference days or years…

no difference days or years

i’ve been wondering
if
that fly
on
the wall
has been watching me
or
just scanning
my
computer screen
for
the latest
world news
given
a housefly’s
life expectancy
i would think
it
would want
to go out
into
the world
and
experience life
rather than
just
sitting
and
staring at me
or
my screen
while
i spend
endless hours
reading
emails
and
writing verses
that
have no chance
of
changing
the
world
what
a foolish
common
little fly