Dreams of Mourning

Tears dry on my pillow,
disappearing like the days.
Calendar pages bandage wounds,
but clock hands fail to heal.
I tumble through my memories
hunting for your face, your voice;
always around the corner,
never reached in time.

Sleep is my tormentor; her
shadows play hide-n-seek,
her whispers not quite heard.

She mocks my broken heart,
yet hope remains.

I will find you waiting–

between my dreams and wake.


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A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.


You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.


You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.


You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.


We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.


You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.


I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

Only Skin Deep

dermis cells of clay

marinated in

the drippings of birth

the sweetness of love

the poison of hate

the bitter taste of death

fully soaked in the flavors of life

Published in: on May 26, 2012 at 5:14 pm  Leave a Comment  
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The Lamb Is Slain

Unimaginable Love pours its richest perfume on dusty feet

Innocence drinks of death’s dark poison

Holiness breaks forth in bloom

Mortal’s Marquee

Facades of granite can’t displace
the reality of this solemn place
Souls of those in heaven’s embrace
Peacefully abide

No pretense found upon the face
of stones that mark this resting place
Runner has finished his final race
Pride now laid aside

Numbers etched on mortal’s marquee
Speaks of time which passes swiftly
From my grasp it will always flee
Can’t hold back the tide

Gather round me spirits set free
Sing songs of sure eternity
Whisper to me beneath this tree
Do not my presence chide

Long on this earth I shall not be
The face of God I’m called to see
No fear in that, you will agree
Loves us as His bride

We leave this world with little trace
(except for love seen upon our face)
Placed there by touch of Maker’s grace
With Him we will reside

Published in: on September 29, 2010 at 4:19 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Herbal Tea

Final leaves on autumn winds
Mark numbered days to icy chill
Flames of mortality intensify the heat
Releasing mournful whistle

Sequestered herbal blends are drawn
Placed to steep in simmering pots
Wafting forth on winds of change
A fresh new scent of life’s bouquet

Deep breaths of that rich aroma
All of life, I drink in deep
Extracting every bit of flavor
Lips now pressed to china cups

Musky fragrance from hidden store
Turns heads to look in new directions
Free from shackles of expectations
Sets me dancing without restriction

I’m drunk on life,
liberally poured
from freedom’s flask

Published in: on July 10, 2010 at 9:35 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Life’s Full Tree

Foe of man, who waits outside
(dark foreboding of uncertainty)
Hold your peace and stand aside
Not my time to go with thee

Though you mock with malicious chide
Your presence brings no fear to me
My time on earth you don’t decide
I have no need from you to flee

With destiny my days are tied
To fulfill my purpose, I am free
Eternity’s peace, it does abide
Darkness has no hold on me

So take your mantle from my side
With your shadowed sickle flee
Full length of days I shall reside
Accomplish all that’s meant for me

On this earth I’ll take my ride
Will drink of all I taste and see
Hold my loved ones close beside
Consume the fruit of life’s full tree

Published in: on June 25, 2010 at 2:21 pm  Comments (3)  
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Tomorrow’s Betrayal


I stood on the door step,     

roses in hand,     

but Tomorrow never came     

to answer the door.     

The Prophet returned     

the ring of her promise,     

said she’d exchanged it     

for Eternity’s gold band.     

Her name has been changed     

so I’ll never find her;     

no sense to my looking,     

it’s part of the  plan.     

Bewildered and perplexed,     

the streets I wander,     

traveling in circles    

as cold memories flow.     

My Tomorrow has eloped     

with the Winds of Forever.     

I’m left at the station     

with nowhere to go.     

photo credit: www.fernandoweberich.com

Published in: on May 21, 2010 at 12:00 pm  Comments (5)  

Resurrection Found in a Place of Death

Ode to a man esteemed of God, Joseph of Arimathea, puller of nails.

Man of wealth, member of the Council
Secret follower, waiting for the Kingdom
Made to choose.
Can’t condemn.

Go to Pilate, ask permission
Buy some linen, ask for help.
Can’t leave him there.
Can’t leave him there.

Nails pulled, body taken down
Blood stains on my clothes.
Why am I here?
Why am I doing this?

Wrap in linen, add the spices
Nicodemus give me help.
Where are his friends?
Where is the family?

What good will it do?
He’s dead, he’s gone, miracles are over.
What will it cost me?
My position, my status, my wealth?

Nothing to give him but a tomb in the rock.
What do I get back?
What difference will it make?
My tomb, my site of death,
is now a resurrection place.

Published in: on May 11, 2009 at 2:28 pm  Leave a Comment  
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