The lonely night calls out

but none can hear her cries.

Try as she might, her doubts

turn all her truths to lies.

See beyond the purple cliffs,

we respond with fitful fits

flitting like bees to nest.

She belongs where she admits

she sang her song, and myth acquits,

committing peace to rest…

Yet not forgotten

Stained glass-prismed light framed her angelic splendor,

her hauntingly enchanting eyes gazed unfazed into the distance,

never for a moment even an acknowledgement of my existence,

yet to the briefest touch of her ivory skin, my soul I’d gladly surrender.

A million heartbeats ago we two first found each other,

we created our own universe bursting with unspeakable joy,

it lasted but for a single breath, my dream ended as she strode away,

now, in frozen silence, I hold my peace, as my beloved weds another…

Luke 3:9

Electric explosion.

Fantastic rainbows raining down from on high.

Like a beggar stealing an apple pie from a window sill,

still shrilly shreiking,

scheming, screaming,

no, speaking softly;

a paranoid shoulder-peek from lofty

unloving pupils creak

as bloodshot eyes lurch,

searching for escape when none exists…


Downstairs death stares

electrodes fry her temples

Dr. Freeman taps the ice pick.

Lightning strikes temples of gods long dead

cottontail rabbit diligently digging his hole.

Downstairs death stares

like lilies of the field

scorched by the late summer sun

the Son commends His spirit

neath the cheering of the bloodthirsty throng.

Downstairs death stares

waves of horsemen and archers under one flag exact revenge on waves of horsemen and archers under another

all ignoring the nagging truth:

If compassion be honest, no sin remains.

Downstairs death stares

but what about up above?

With a vacant stare He looks down there

like a puzzled mechanic under a hood

and God saw that it was good…

Borrowed Blue

What had this furious one won through mischievous deeds?


A soliloquy of sorrow, borrowed blue, an intense void.

She appeared on a whim on a moonless night.






Her hair, golden silk, shielding saddened eyes.

Trembling voice,

trembling hand.

It was just an act; no impending fate.

Once the tears and blood had dried

I tried to understand.

But by then, borrowed blue, it was much too late…