Why? (A poem I wrote a few years ago)

Why do I believe, even when I know he lies?

Why do I surrender, when I hear his tearless cries?

Why do I understand, even though he makes no sense?

Why do I groom, since he wastes not a glance?

Why do I envy, when he owns no soul?

Why do I tell, since my secrets he told?

Why do I kiss, even when he doesn't kiss back?

Why do I give, when a pure heart he lacks?

Why do I stay, since he wants me to go?

Why do I love? Even I do not know...

Heaven (A poem I wrote a few years ago)

Is Heaven my destiny? Is it destiny for you?

Is it the reward we receive for all the good deeds we do?

Is Heaven full of angels, perched on clouds with harps in hand?

Do they strum an enchanting melody until summoned by mortal man?

Is Heaven a gathering place for departed souls?

Do we meet up with them again once we accomplish our own life's goals?

Is Heaven beauty & splendor at its best?

Will we fill with God's holy light & blend in with the rest?

Is Heaven peaceful serenity? Is it love & good health too?

Will we think & feel through open hearts in all we say and do?

Is Heaven my destiny? Is it destiny for you?

I pray for all our souls it is, if all of this is true.

Simple Madness (A poem I wrote a few years ago)

Simple madness - let me be!

Simple madness - you are to me.

Release my heart - let it recover.

Release my heart - to give another.

Set forth my soul - long may it live.

Set forth my soul - freedom to give.

Return my love - if it's a bother.

Return my love - I owe another.

Suspend my thoughts - on you they dwell.

Suspend my thoughts - their torment's my Hell.

Remove my eyes - they seek you out.

Remove my eyes - they find you about.

Silence my voice - it speaks your name.

Silence my voice - it offers no blame.

Leave me a kiss - the last 'til I die.

Leave me a kiss - one final goodbye.

Charmer (A poem I wrote a few years ago)

Controlled by fear, we carry shields & armor.

Though, our most dangerous foe - the seductive charmer.

Quick-silver words and elegant speech

Hide a venomous predator - a lecherous leech!

Spinning a web of chaos & lies.

Catching it's prey, as a spider will flies.

Walking among mortals, it blends in well.

Hidden the horns & it's pointed red tail.

All have been touched for it has crossed our paths.

Painful suffering and tears - it's aftermath.

God bless our souls & guard us well.

'Til the seductive charmer - returns to Hell!

Moon Watch (A poem I wrote a few years ago)

The night moves softly into the dawn.

The stars disappear, yet the moon still wans.

I gaze at the orb as I lay awake lonely.

Wishing it could speak to me--if only!

Would it say that it feels as lost as I do now?

Or would it laugh at me madly with a wink and a bow?

Thinking my troubles are simple indeed.

For it sees many far worse--many in need.

Like the baby and mother without any home.

The unloved old man that shuffles the streets all alone.

A child that is suffering from abuse and neglect.

The wife being beaten for lack of respect.

The crippled young athlete with a blank stare in his eyes.

An unwanted newborn a child molester buys.

A grandmother strapped to a chair and left hungry.

The teenager being coaxed to deal drugs by a junkie.

The moon sees it all and it taught me a lesson.

If your troubles are small--better count your dear blessings!

Warrior (A poem I wrote a few years ago)

His moccasin foot treads softly on the unbeaten ground.

The man, overcome by the surrounding beauty his People had found.

To live off the land his People do treasure.

Careful not to disturb the universe at measure.

Upon a snow-capped mountain, they do reside.

Closer to God--their spirits' guide.

They watch in confusion as others kill and waste for pleasure.

Any hope for a peaceful friendship between, long severed.

Others mock his People and call them savage.

Yet, it was the "civilized" that reeked the damage.

The only true Natives, to this Holy land.

Pushed out by the new-coming, greedy man!

Starved, murdered, raped and plundered.

His People lost all for which they lumbered.

He stands tall upon the mountain, a tear in his eye.

Watching all he and his People love--slowly die.

Escape (A poem I wrote a few years ago)

My soul's energy knows no bounds.

Escapes from me to dance around.

Tear open the door to race outside!

Never ceasing--never denied!

My spirit soars above the clouds.

Higher the flight--more the proud!

With tender wings beating air I cannot see.

Never to return to me.

My life a sad melodrama.

Mostly alone--fighting karma.

The world--it should belong to me!

A social butterfly I long to be.

Childhood (A poem I wrote a few years ago)

Do our childhoods determine the adults we become?

Is where we are headed related to where we came from?

Do our actions as children predict the actions when grown?

Are our fates predestined? Our life's choices gone?

Do our parents still control our comings and goings?

Do they begrudge us our dreams, our hopes or our yearnings?

Do we still answer to them, their approval we seek?

Do we follow without question, our own minds too weak?

Do the old wounds of childhood still linger on?

Does the pain and resentment still seem as strong?

Do we wonder and dream of how things should have been?

Do we let it consume us as we let it back then?

Do we realize we're letting our old demons win?

Let's turn to a new page and begin again.

Storm (A poem I wrote a few years ago)

Lightening vapors shadow my face as I peer out from behind the curtain.

The impending storm draws closer by moments, of this I am most certain.

I open the pane, breathe deeply in the delicious rain scent on the breeze.

I begin to envy the soon soaking of the grass, flowers and leaves.

A slow smile dances upon my lips as I hear the thunderous bang.

I wonder why I get a thrill from such a fearful thing?

The wind whips about me now, its presence growing bolder.

A robin darts noiselessly past as the tree bends to enfold her.

A resounding crack splits the air, the storm unleash its fury!

Madness sweeps across my mind as I tear out the door in a hurry!

The first raindrops tag me as I step upon the earth.

My bare feet sink softly into the wet grass--I laugh aloud in mirth!

Storm! Storm! Send down the Heavens and bathe me all anew!

For soon the storm will be no more--the sky return an azure blue.

11:35 pm

I feel my heart breaking.