June 25, 2016


Solitude of night
cloaks shroud living time of light
Standing in stillness

Shouting words, a thousand days held to my head like a loaded gun - what cost?
No minutes left and suddenly you’re into my fabric of time
Tears wash the hours into loss

Black is the color
Midnight black shield of armor
Vanishes to night

June 20, 2016

For you ~ My Flower

Walking along the edge of the stream leads to a special place of wild flowers, the most beautiful, the most fragrant flowering luster in lavender colors.

To behold a flower so special, belongs to anyone willing to hold them in their hands and take in the atmosphere of love.

Flowers and love feel like the perfect essence; the fragrance always emitting a specialness only love can behold.

The naked eye sees a stream flowing at a random pace, and a flower blooming in a haphazard way, but the eyes of love see the calm, the tranquil, the ever nurturing hand of God sheltering lovingly from the torrential rains, the cold snows, the winds and shadows of the clouds.

My flower was meant for you, someone who can see what love can do.

June 16, 2016

The Last Dance

For everyone...listen, learn, and most of all love.

My heart breaks in a million pieces at this theft; souls ripped away, the night of happiness stilled, no breath is left.
     A night of joy, of music and friendships all around; a night of dance and laughter, a beautiful sound. The onenote, a single note stopped us still; the sound of gunfire, the music stopped, the riotous terror, innocence, swallowing a bitter pill.
     My voice, his voice, her voice, the voices rang out in cries, shouts, the sobs of terror throughout. Seconds, minutes, hours pass, where is the help to come, to take us away; the help to stop the flow of blood, the horror, the cries? A terrifying darkness covers these eyes.
     Break away these guns from the hands of sickness, take them to their graveyards and destroy the iron grip they have on the insane. Break the bullets once, twice, a zillion times; destroy the ammunition which destroys lives.
     Listen to the voices of reason, listen to the voices of the living and now the dead. Don't stand still, don’t waste another minute, time runs out; don’t ignore the past, the present or the future; our lives and the lives of our children are precious, more precious than the hardened blue steel that represents selfishness, and ignorance to the truths of trust, caring, kindness and love.