February 28, 2017


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


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.

February 13, 2017


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