The Body Dies, The Soul Flies

Innocent smiles with thoughts in the air
Just as a child does, without any care
Clutched to the breast of a mother
Protected by the will of a father
As it’s meant to be
A child, loved and free

Runny noses, malnutritions mucus
Streaking down a chin, crusted doofus
Silence is the friend who lives in the head
Talking to themselves from under the bed
Not meant to be
Cruel and mean

Welts and bruises, never heal
Constant beatings made to conceal
A mother hardly there
A father who didn’t care
To weak to be
No one sees

Movies on tv, late night fantasy
Parental Control, is a mystery
Hatred and vile, black and white
Murder and suicide, happens at night
To be or not to be
The idea strikes thee

To play a scene with a silent friend
Kitchen knives used to pretend
Like Beatrix Kiddo and O-Ren Ishii
Swift with a thrust, cold and chilly
How could it be
It was, make believe

A pool, warm as a Christmas bath
Red like the lights on a church path
Leads to the edge where land meets sky
The body dies, the soul flies
It was meant to be
A child, now free


dedicated to all the children who got out. one way or another πŸ™βž°β€οΈ

A Sorrow, On The Winds, Rein In

An eagle soared over the ocean
The sun beaming on his alabaster crown
Wings spread wide in a glide with tips splayed
Circling the ground below for a final serenade
A squawk heard and repeated over and over
Spirit clouds descend as a single spirit rises higher
Light of the Son, embrace this kind soul
Into the bosom of your fold
A passage from here to there
Loved by a heart with care
Left behind with tears that rain
A sorrow, on the winds, rein in
Bright is the beacon light shining
That is the gaze from eyes crying
A twirling, spiralling feather white to black tip
Falls and sways, as the breeze delivers it
To land at the foot of your heart
A reminder that bodies may, but love, will never part

Dedicated to my friend and countryman Joseph at The Spirit Keepers

Grey ~ iv/v

Her light fades away, through the years dragged in time
Painful breaths escape in rhyme
A constant beat, a never ending suite
Played in a sorrows tune
In the darkest of nights
Where there is no moon

Her light fades away, from a time it was grey
Now it fades to black
As the eyes turn inward back
Another triumph from deaths attack
Another trophy for the walls of hell
Another soldier rings satans bell

The love was always there, it was her stubborn icy heart
That invited darkness to start
Taking her light, tearing it apart
No one loved her she said
Believed it so, it stuck in her head
Day by day, Her light fades away


HALLELUJAH ~ acrostic

Home, is where my heart lays deep

Alone, beneath in wake or sleep

Left to dwell, to pound to beat

Lost in sorrow, darkness will keep

Everlasting hopes and dreams that seep

Love, to conquer do we weep

Unbridled joy, hearts will reap

Joined in spirits, joy of life as sweet

Announce my stand, to live a heap

Hallelujah, hailed by mountainside steep


I Feel So Small


Hiding inside with tears that floats away, they meet the sky above turning it grey

Lightning and thunder laughing aloud, the echoes of sadness raining down from the darkest cloud

When hate fills the life I live, swallows whole every inch held captive

All my thoughts are sad and blue in this world, the bruises on my flesh like clouds swirl

Silence is the band-aid that holds my heart, from falling apart

In the dead of night I’ll step into the light of a billion stars, that match my scars

With a yearning cry to be touched, but the pain to bare it, is too much


The In-Between

The in-between
The breaths we take in pain and sorrow, blended with a dash of freedom and shakes of joy.

The in-between
Rocks with jagged edges and bars of cold hard steel, lined with the feel of warm mahogany and woven wool.

The in-between
Cast aside as broken toys, no players to be found, where once a friend in hand, loved you as you are.

The in-between
All the moments that added up to barely nothing, in each a lesson learned that gave us some, value.

The in-between
The missing touch that sparks a fire, that fuels desire, in every memory created in the past.

The in-between
Where the underlying truth, giving up is easier but living hard is so much better at building character