Wordsmiths preach their rhetoric
Wise in their own eyes
They bleach their conscience
Hail the conquering hero
...
So many hidden stories
Forgotten and ignored
Poverty absorbs life
Hope bleeds gradually
...
There’s a shadow on the henhouse
Disturbing, broad and still
Impending division, scattered light
Step by step to the edge until
...
Those sad brown eyes
Sadder still for passing years,
When truth of humanity reveals,
Sorrow in the Heart of God.
...
The leafs are turning now
gray stillness consumes the air
as lightening splits the tree
pain now invades our hearts
...
There was a to do
when elephant went moo
and the spoon ran away with the dog
for the cow was alone
...
The tale told
Of broken dreams
Of words spilling
Searching, and soaked
...
The mind is the landscape
Of our hopes and fears
Our community of being
Revealed within the battle
...
If we must speak
Let us search for echoes
In the stories that we share
The heart-spent tale
...