The lateness of the hour dawns
Like a reign of bullets
Striking into my gut
The cacophony of bile rising
As I wait
Impatiently tapping foot
On cold cold stone
And waiting…
You are late…
And you ask for five more minutes?!?!


Clear Day

I have never seen a depressing day
As bright as this…
Where clear blue washed over
The darker grey
I had hoped for today…
Is there no clouds to hide my tears
No darkened sky to shade my broken
Darkened, melancholic, mistaken
Feelings that somehow spill
Into this bright ugly day?
There is not shadow ‘neath this
Unrelenting sun, drying all
Dying all, preying call
Relentless in the sunbaked
Hardness of this unyielding clay
I fall…
Not on softened grass of green
Not on softened muddy sheen
But hard, hard heated hell
Of dust and decay
And I should just feel
my bones and my skin peel
from the fire that burns within…
shame… pain of broken heartedness
sharp sharp knives of sun
of blue blue skies
like the color of your eyes
when you said it was over…

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Halloween Lesson

This is what a father did for his daughters.


The reason I share it with you is because they wanted him to be a princess like them today. I am proud to be an American because today, he won’t be stoned, spat on… And I won’t be the one to put him down or ridicule him. Today, he put on Snow White’s dress because he wanted to be there for his two princesses. That was worth it to him. And to me, that was beautiful.