December 20, 2011   Do I fear death? Death was before me Gripped Counting my seconds Of my life There I was facing judgement Like votes in a ballot Was I to live or die? Cash pot and lucky five Couldn’t save me All I had was God watching me My heart pounding But still I was calm Not fearful But wondering What my end was to be And finally When the gun man got what He wanted I could see fear in his eyes Tremble in his voice...

Hold me close Let my tears run like the river bed Drying it like soft cotton clouds It hurts deeply So deeply It burns like an outed cigarette bud In ashes Black like charcoal Console me My frail voice chants My fragile heart is diagnose Broken Torn Ripped like old quilt sheets I am no more Goddess of love Like Greek or Roman mythology I am in a dilapidated state That my body perfumed By rosary scent is now Stench of hate...

clues for us abound seen the world around not always recognized tools found not utilized tools and clues are still there leading us sometimes to despair questions asked not getting answered search though we do still unanswered arguments start between mind and heart often leaving souls empty broken apart really none of us are a closed book clues placed there for others to look sometimes they see sometimes not sometime not...

  I am in fear Every night It plagues my mind Like pharaoh It torments my soul Contradicting my beliefs It keeps me silent So fearful for my life I just want to die Or stay in for eternity And forget living I am a victim of crime As I went through my ordeal In the motion of it Like an action movie But only difference It was real and I was the star character Standing And seeing how close I was to death Thoughts ran through...

Why do I some days not want to go outside?Why do I curl into a ball not able to move?Why do I some days desire to run and hide?Why do I choose to withdraw not improve?Why do I seem forever stuck deep in a rut? Why do I dwell upon the negative things?Why do I choose not to kick my own butt?Why do I not see the positives life brings?Why do I tremble constantly deep within? Why do I never feel warmth, only coldness?Why do I...

To be homeless is to be afraid.To be homeless is to be hungry.To be homeless is to be mocked.To be homeless is to feel insecure.To be homeless is to be dirty.To be homeless is to not care what's in style.To be homeless is to not smile.To be homeless is to find a dime on the street and feel elated.To be homeless is to not belong.To be homeless is to wonder how it happened.To be homeless is to realize no one cares.To be hom...

I flew to Mexico. Better a path raw and new than loosing the chance to find a life I stepped out of the pristine airport into cicadas screaming Crows cawing Street venders shouting out green mangos. Short square Indians with embroidered dresses Serapes to protect themselves from the chill Of a city 2,500 meters into the sky “So this is my new daughter in law,” he said giving a high pitched thin laugh.

Spittle falls Mother, you screamed And raged And spit fell From your lips I cowered before you helpless And afraid I could not run. One day you might transform my fragile stability by some miracle. And I would love you.

Shadows Constantly all around,Some stark, some subtle. Forms upon the ground. Shadows are ever present.Persistent never vanished.Darkness they too accent. Lurking for you to view,Images imagined or real.Depends how you construe. Before your eyes rearranging,Like the only constant in life.Continually always changing. Never leaving by yourself,Beside, in front, or behind.Traveling with you like an elf. Matching stride for s...

NIGHTMARE Wanting to get away from the over powering maddening quiet and stillness. I plunged into the fairground cutting a tight path for myself through the milling mass of human bodies. They were just forms, except for the occasional leering face with mouth open and wild looking eyes, turned in my direction. Fingers pointed, mouths opened and poured forth blood curdling screams and laughter on the edge of hysteria? Holl...

Destiny Teresa walked dreamily along the narrow winding roads of St James’s Square in London on her way to lunch with a friend. She put one foot out into the road at Duke street without looking. A horn blew and she looked up, startled, pulling her foot back. The driver shouted. “I nearly ran you over then,” shaking his fist. Shit, she thought, I could have broken my leg. Then I wouldn’t be able to go on holiday, and it mi...

I have to wonder sometimes, Why did I wait so long?What am I afraid of?Am I afraid of love?Maybe I am, I just don't know.Might be afraid of you.Sounds strange to fear someone I have not met,Maybe that is my fear, I don't know.The fear I have,Just might be the unknown.What is out there?Why do I fear the chance?I have had love before, yes I want it again.So I ask you my friend,What do I fear?Am I afraid of myself, or afraid...

One in sixEvery two minutes (not that I keep track)Counting out the time, alarm set on my cell phone to remind me thatFor one hundred and nineteen secondsI am safeThat I can breathe easy knowing that someone else took the bullet for me this timeGuilt and relief digging their claws into my brainThreeTwoOneIs it my turn to keep another sister safe from harm?To be romanced behind a dumpster, aftershave courtesy Jack Daniel a...

Why must you linger in my heart and mind?Can you not just let me have peace?What you're doing to me isn't kindAnd it's bringing out my inner beast.What is it you want from me? I beg an answer from my demons inside."For you to stop locking us away," they claw at my chest.Can I simply sweep you aside? Give you sanctuary to hide behind?"That's what leads to more suffering on your part, it's not a path that's best"I throw awa...

Disciple The room was just what he was expecting – white, pristine and so perfectly sterile. Just what you would think would be inside the monolithic headquarters of the Ashcroft Foundation. He found the light painful – it felt like it was burning something into his mind. Or burning something out of it. The door to the room opened and a woman entered. He looked at her through creased eyes – he was finding that squinting s...