For being lost
Who is to know?
With so many forks
Where to go?
And with every step
Tiredness creeps
Beyond the breath
Faded heart beats.
And the break
In only things
Not in forgiveness
Or human beings.
Just so tired
With no way to sleep
So begs one more tear
For the Lord to keep.

Tequila Sunset


Rocks and shame

Liquid gold

An angel’s game…

No earth to shatter

Or glass to score

No back to the beginning

Or the moment before…

Just a repeat

Of a moment like this

Salt for looks

Before shimmering bliss.

Posted in Poetry

Line In The Sand


There is a shadow
Stealing all sun and light-
Darkness cowers the brave-
Ignites the fight.
When the shadow loses
It slinks angrily away-
Leaving alone in pain
Its often wounded prey.
No power to fight it-
Or anything that has been done…
Small victories are lost-
The darkness has won.
Then the light it blocks
Starts to fade on its own…
And the line in the sand is drawn
Both sides left alone.
Sanity is stolen
Like words never heard-
The silence takes over
Memories feel absurd.
A lightless fire burns-
After emotions are spent-
Limits are reached
Loneliness reaches content.
Anger is blinding-
From loneliness that it kills…
And a need to get up and fix it. . .
Loses all past will.