You left and promised to return
We were hopeful you will come back
We cleaned and bathed in sweet oil
Sent out words for a warm welcome,

Kids consulted the oracle
Bribed gods with dance and open legs
They said it with all certainty
The reception was not to be

I heard the echoes of your voice
Then disagreed with them on facts
You’d given me assurances
Dearth of party proved me all wrong

Gentle rustle of late summer leaves
some of which begin to turn
brings solace to a heart that grieves
and peace whenever rages burn.

For I've found in my long life
most problems are wrought by men,
so when my world is filled with strife
I search out a secluded glen.

And far from the jostling crowd
beyond the news of hate and war
in woods where a crow's cry seems loud
I stay 'till I yearn men once more.

I'm not real sure of all the reasoning
or if a man can even be close,
to begin to even slightly understand
where men and women oppose.

We could be such stellar allies
although it would be unlikely, at best;
if someone else could be more suscinct
in defining then, by all means be my guest!

Firstly, there's how differently we think
all that left-brain/right-brain crap;
I'd have a more concise handle on things
if there was an Android downloadable app!

New Orleans at midnight
Fog rolling down the street
Grey wall cuts off his sight
The air is nothing sweet

A born killer’s dream come true
Blue jazz floats upon the air
Feeds his need for something new
He knows... that it’s out there

Killer’s instincts brought him here
To this place of magic
A land of supernatural fear
Ghosts of all the tragic

In the back of Shadow Lane
A blackest heart does live
The man is quite insane
Takes his pleasure, never gives

CONFITEOR
[I CONFESS]

i

I have never been
mean or cruel
and always lived
the Golden Rule
but I know my sins
at least most of them
and a deeper part of me
suffers in the knowing

ii

My words are sharp
blood on steel
weaponry
to save honor and dignity
in a hell others inflict
on me

iii

faith has forsaken me
reason has betrayed
and I am lost
somewhere between.

I just managed to return
from past the grave
they planned to bury,
well perhaps, me
I found twas too lonely
in the forest
even though the cemetery was on the highway...
but too deep

so scary and cold
and left all alone with a hope
someday my spouse may join me,
I returned home
with a spark afresh!

come friends have a drink and join me,
for this life I now do not wish to abandon
my, it’s too miserable out there
how will I alone manage my hair?

While making my way towards the vista
I kept looking at the sky,
I wondered where the time had gone
and I also wondered, "why".

Why'd it pass so quickly?
I still had things to do!
It's sort of like some kind of trick
fate plays on me, and you.

I've found solace in the sunshine
and love dancing in the breeze,
I've no quarrel with the shadows
for they hide me with such ease.

1 John 2:11
But whoever hates his brother is in the darkness and walks in the darkness, and does not know where he is going, because the darkness has blinded his eyes

REFLECTIONS OF ANGER
On wings of fire
I fall
into the darkness
like an angel of light
into the abyss pulled
by a darkened soul.
and part of me dies
to this world
and to the next
when I reflect.
the madness it brings.

Escaping boredom,
I take the road to freedom,
and find myself tangled
in a net of thoughts of you,
that lead me to where
I chose to flee from.
You win again.

Grieve not for the one who goes

we all follow the leaders footsteps
and perhaps you may find time to read
my grief poem
which articulates that
man is born to die from day one..
death like a shadow follows one
each one,
its only the shortening and lengthening of the shadows
that makes a difference
but soon enough
ere we know
the candle blows
and the shadow also goes
think of the parted
and say it’s good they had a great day
they brought smiles on faces
of ailing humanity