April 6, 2017

The clatter:

The clatter of tongues, on rows of white
They drive me nuts, both day and night
Chattering like squirrels and crows that fight
Their lips sewed shut, would be quite a sight

They think their words, I want to hear
But it’s just sound, bombarding my ears
And to my eyes, it brings forth tears
Like I was jabbed with a red hot spear

Once I tried to halt, all their clatter
Like what I thought, would really matter
They looked at me, like the Mad Hatter
Off with his head, their teeth chattered


March 26, 2017

They do not see:

As deadly demons wait at my door
I fear of things, that will be forevermore
Of screams roaring within my ears
Of the sins I’ve done, throughout the years
Of my flesh burning from these bones
Because of deeds that were mine alone   
Why do no others truly understand
Of the fear I have for my fellow man
They say I write about just me
But yet it is them I also see
Because in hell most of us will roam
Tho none believe it will be their home
For they say they walk the one true path
And fear not of our makers wrath
And yet on that faithful day
We’ll all beg him not to send us away
I know, I’ll only have me to blame
And they’ll point at others for their shame

February 28, 2017

Answer:

Five O’clock and not all is well
For I’ve died and went to Hell

Bitter screams heard all around
My life’s clock has ticked down

Darkest gloom fills my very soul
No light from this body glows

Gutter sounds erupted from within
As hells fires around me spin

My flesh consumed by burning coal
There’s no help for me, now I know

I had my chance to make it right
But I turned from his loving sight

He begged me to come, bide with him
But I know best, for I was a man

From Hell I’ve screamed and said
If he calls, fall to your knees and beg




February 19, 2017

Why:

People wonder
what’s wrong with me.
Why do I have
that faraway look in my eye?
They say I have
too much time on my hands,
I have better things to do.
They tell me they see
no good reason for my inquiries.
As I ask myself
why is it this way or that?
Yes I’ve seen stars 
bright in the night sky 
that are long dead
before man took his first breath.
In a cup of coffee
I’ve seen galaxy’s spinning
then slowly die and
witnessed the heartbeat
of our own planet.
On an orange I’ve watched
the fate of our earth
played out in just days.
Still they ask
what is wrong with me
because I’ve watched
a leaf dance to its death
and asked which one
they thought was next.
Who then is insane?
Me or those standing around
in dark glasses and ear plugs
letting the wonders of life
pass them by.
Is it because they fear
that others might point 
a finger at them and whisper.
Crazy!

February 13, 2017

Crayons:



Life is fleeting yet death is eternal
Still we cling to life like the Insane
clings to their crayons
We both have no control
over either for our life is but a
flicker on this ribbon of time
Why do we strive to learn
more and more knowing
it will be lost forever
All the possessions we gather
we think we’ll take them with us
Even our loved ones we leave behind
will mean nothing beyond
our final breath still we’ll cling
tightly to our few crayons

January 16, 2017

I’m not Insane

You read what I’ve written
and tell me that you know,
what is inside of me as
you try and read my soul

From my writing on the wall
you tell me I am insane
But is it me, or yourself, you see,
when you analyze my brain

I know you think my writing
is dark and that’s just fine
but I have to ask you please
stop reading between the lines

Just give me a break people
when you read what I write
It’s not about how I feel,
so try and get that right

What you need to know
when my words you’ve read.
Is I’ll be just fine because,
I don’t want this body dead

If you understood my words
they’re not all gloom and dread
You might see a bit of humor
in what, you’ve just read

January 13, 2017

My Soul Rest:

Red droplets of my blood
fall on the wooden floor
The rope around my neck
won’t tighten anymore

Swing in the gentle breeze
my soul now long gone
Will anyone find me hanging
I hope it won’t take long

Standing around, some will cry
yet none will know why I died
If I said that I understood
we know that would be a lie

The words I wrote upon this page
most will say, I’m not thinking right
But if they’d lived this life of mine
They too would’ve died last night

I’ve thought about what I did,
and it was for the best
Because of what I’ve done
my soul is now at rest