A lonesome Soul, searches for her call, Light sparkles over her life’s journey on the rise, Deceitful “helpers,” oh yes, they know it all, Never will she please them, nor fulfill nattered yearnings, For it is her life’s journey, only she bears the toll.

And the crowd roars, worshiping the hero , Above she stands erect , her gaze piercing lost souls , And the crowd bows , obeys the idol , Behold, she rises , her voice thunderously falls , And the crowd howls, swords and arrows , “Peace!” Her bleeding heart sheds hidden sorrow.

The universe is a cold, dark place. It goes on, forever, and ever, and there's nothing we can do about it. There's nothing that can change the fact that one day, the stars will go out, one by one, dying as they fade from the sky we so desperately love. We look up and see death, the slow death of the universe as stars explode, or get swallowed up by black holes, or get overrun by alien races we know nothing about. And yet,...

I am currently playing Reed Three (flute, clarinet, soprano and tenor saxes) in the pit orchestra for a high school production of the Wiz. It is a very old, very conservative church school, originally founded as a boy’s college preparatory school in 1849. In recent years, a companion girl’s school has been added, with shared facilities for the arts and some other elective courses.Saturday evening’s performance was really...

A called out war between two worlds… the visible synchronizing with the invisible; a combination of humans, demons and mystical lethal weapons… A battle between Darkness & Light, Fate & Faith… In a world beyond human understanding that determines the destiny of mankind. Can hope transform a destiny? Can faith overrule fate? ...or will mankind be ever blinded to its own destruction? ... Chapter 1- Blazing Encounter: Scene...

Mary turned to look back one last time at the only home she had ever known. Leaving had been the hardest thing ever – yet she had no doubt that harder things still lay ahead. She had packed hurriedly, wanting to be gone before the townsfolk showed up with their kindness. She took care while packing, not wanting to take anything that would be missed. Her plan would only work if the town believed that she had been taken aga...

Your love beheld my heart, So battered and bruised. Your love cried for my spirit, So broken and abused. Your love kissed my soul, Its warmth pierced my heart. Melting the deep sadness, Allowing sorrow to depart. Your love enshrouds me, Protects me from the past. Brings forth my trust again, And the faith it will last. Your love is potent, So rich and so pure. Its brightness blinds me, In its light, I’m secure. Your love...

An angel watches over me.Knowing all about who I be. Never, am I far from her sight.Though dark, she is always trite. Her gaze I can't prevaricate. Indiscretion she does mitigate. Always welcoming me back.As I venture into the black. Stretching out her wings to me.Color of coal and singed they be. Offering a hug and a snide word. Angel's vision is never blurred. She knows my darkest secrets.She knows my deepest regrets. S...

Sometimes I think my soul has left me It must have ran away on a scary day It went to the neighbor’s house to hide And stayed for diner because it was nicer there Sometimes I think my soul isn’t with me Because I feel so empty and alone Because my mind always strays to where my soul is And I can’t think of anything else until I see it again It’s like being in love with someone far away It’s like being a ghost while I’m st...

Morning MuseNote: Written as I sit with my morning coffee... As the day pushes the darkness away, I stir in my safety...my quaint home. My eyes flutter open.A blessed new day awaits. This foolish Irish lover does not realize our hearts never sleep, never stop loving. I feel your love pumping thru my heart, warming me, yes, all the way to my core, as the day pushes the darkness away.

Elegy on a Night Party The paradigmatic shift in the conceptual map of my liberal and revolutionary platforms of radicalism, existentialism and humanism make things aesthetically absurd and practically effective. Living in the present and progressive tenses of time and space I tend to contradict my ‘Other’ (purely theoretical), who was conceived as a result of Theory and Philosophical classes. Receding past bequeaths an u...

Sound. I envy them, for they wander. They live in deserts and woods, And they wander. They know the language of the desert And of the woods, For they live their lives the way they design. No one calls them back- Home, parents, peers, And no one. They live, they see; they feel, They hear and they do, For they are not captives of their physical bonds. I'm here, Around the unknown languages and figures.

I used to think a cage would suffice. Food. Shelter. Comfort. A sense of belonging. Seems like a good deal. Until they turn the key and steal your freedom. Trapped. Yet, you’re living the “good life”. The view from the outside looking in— It’s a lie. Trade your spirit for some dirt and water. See how long you stay sane. See how long you feel comfortable. You can brainwash yourself. That’s a common one. Repeating over and...

At an earlier age Charles learned to be quiet. He took up chopping wood and listened to the wind as it passed through the trees. People did not understand his life and the lonely cabin in the woods he called home. He never demanded company and all his windows were covered. No one from town had set foot inside the man’s house. The sun’s first light pierced though the curtains. Charles lay with his eyes opened. On a typical...

Watery expanse covered in mistDawn breaking into purple and blueMorning sky blushing as if kissedHilltops highlighted in a golden hue Heart warm emotions so much alive Silence not yet broken mind aglowGrandeur causing my soul to reviveSapphires dancing across the snow Magnificent day filled with blessings Fortunate mortal I am to be caressed Panorama stretching my heartstringsAllowed more time as Nature's guest