Howling at the Moon

Howling at the Moon My howl grows weaker as the Summers come and go, And the Winter’s bitter gales bring harsh realities to my world. My aging body grows weary in its long seasonal quest to know, To find in my meandering search the truth unfurled. * Yet, some abiding glimmer of Faith bids me […]

Acceptance

“… taken from disturbed darkness…”

So, Tis An Author You Wish To Be

So, Tis An Author You Wish To Be So, Tis An Author You Wish To Be! So, tis an author You wish to be! And, why, I ask, Do you come to me? Because, I write so Much, you say, So many pretty lines Throughout the day. True, it is my passion; It must be […]

Sleeping with Dragons

‘Follies of Youth!’

Time

Dedicated to Caleb Pirtle lll Time The supreme commander of life Defying all who would alter its Steady ticking seconds Of existence Oh, would it but pause to Deny a sinister plot Deny the wrinkles And sagging skin Oh, would it but pause to Stop the reasons For wars and Weeping children Oh, would it […]

Where The Dreams Are

Where The Dreams Are There on the horizon Where the clouds Where the Sun Where the mountains Bring shimmering shadows On the placid surface Of the deep blue sea – Dreams live in all These converging elements From the melodious music Of hungry souls, Those who somehow Know that the thief of night Cannot for […]

Where Did All The Flowers Go?

Where Did All The Flowers Go? Where did all the flowers go, Daddy? They’re looking for sunlight, sweetheart. Where did the sunlight go, Mommy? It’s looking for a reason to shine, Darling. Why does the sun need a reason to shine? Because people have forgotten how to love. Why have people forgotten how to love? […]

I’m Alone

I’m Alone With only my memories – I sit alone on the hill and watch the sunset… Faces float by in surreal silence And, In words only I can hear, each tells a story of My life, unadorned with gratuitous Words of praise and solicitude… With each face,     With each story, I know […]

Magical Day in February

Magical Day in February   Fluffy whites play in the sky Of powder blue, Defying the gray of winter With its pleasant hue. Surely an ugly mood can Change to Hope, Dispel for hours the woes With which we cope. Can such a Day void the Voices of Doom? Shatter dark oppressive shadows Of gloom? […]

What Madness is This?

What madness is this?
This concoction of the mind
That delivers death and destruction?