Beautiful Mess

my soul is as cold
as the bare hard ground
and death grabs ahold
without a sound

the abysmal dark,
a deep fear freezes
grips and rips my heart
and a darkness seizes


as the cold wind numbs
the pain that becomes
just another day
i wish for a different way


sitting i glance and i see
the whites and the lights
which reach within me,
and as they give me respite

winds curl and they swirl
twinkling and sinking
life twirls and it whirls
it sets me to thinking...

the crystals are melting
and dying and dancing
the light softly sparkling
soft music starts prancing

in this glorified chaos
i would love nothing less
than to sit and to watch
this beautiful mess

Autumn

the colors: the browns, the golds
gives tribute to a year gone cold
the dying dreams of old-
mere memories now culled

a brusque wind billows,
the empty lane of souls,
aligned with sentinel boughs
naught but darkness vows

such is the beauty of death
found in the death of beauty

Her

i would that i were.
with her.
to feel the smile that.
becomes her.
to hear the kind voice.
of her.
to learn the secrets.
about her.
to walk the beach which belongs to.
only her
to brush the dark hair.
off her.
to know the strength.
in her.
to belong.
to her.
to love her.

The Window

a fortress in the desert,
appearances misleading.
mapped like any fortress
effectiveness receding
stop!

where once was rich land
 is now but burnt sand.
empty it stands
guard of no man’s land
wait!

a fallen priest
pause…

purpose deceased
silence.

The Bus

The soft sounds spilling, steadily staring,
And gazing closely through the crystals clear
Out the window, at willows while daring
Smiling, sitting with friends, still strangers here.

Feeling with none, attached
More than this space, hence
More than inches detach
Me from the world: A fence.

All know loneliness
Most have suffered loneliness
Few know defeat at the hands of loneliness.

A powerful feeling it creates,
A gulf of Separation gapes

Distance between men and man,


From the life that is mine.

Darkness

The darkness creeps
On the heels of dusk

Its presence felt
By every man
This cold night
‘Til deliverance by the Son

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I treasure ev’ry crinkle of leaf ‘neath my feet,
ev’ry breath of frostbit air
decibels of sounds alighting on my ears
breezes that jumble my hair

I linger here in minutes
leaving ev’rything behind
thinking not on God, or man…
no, nothing of the kind.

Yet… as I ponder this world,
knowing not what it is for,
or even if it has purpose,
I am convinced as ne’er before,

As I smell the leaves
see the frozen sun dancing on the waves
feel the wind disregard my jacket…
hear birds speak of their lives,

I know.
Simply know.
I exist.

And it takes my breath away.

Auschwitz

Of immesurabilitty
Of immense implications
Of power of waste of holocaust
Of potential

To see is
to mock
To realize is
folly
To understand is
pretentious

What is left?

To try?
Failure
To deny?
sin
To resolve.  Resolve…

In the wake of horror
In the face of reality
In defiance of reality
In defiance of humanity

The defense of humanity.