Posted in Poetry


Soft scratches alert 

To hear you 

That you are there 

Until you aren’t 

And I wait 

As any caged prey would do

For a return

Or consequence 

Of proportions beyond me

Or anything 

Even the moth runs from the flame

While perched on the door 

Waiting for eternity 

Or just the day.

Posted in Poetry

Illusion’s Candor


Sounds of sandpaper rubbing-
Walking through drying fields
Drops escaping the puddle
As toes remember their feel.
Noises promise company-
Loneliness weighs on shoulders . . .
Walking up high for peace-
Leaves the body feeling colder.
Pieces fit into the puzzle-
Broken as eggshells on the floor . . .
Knowing something is different
Failing to prove the more.
Regard all hidden realities-
Ending fantasy’s game . . .
And while truth stands in sight-
The mind hides it just the same.

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No Good Deed


Callused by logic
Confined by youth
Ignorance for fun
Pain to soothe.
No lack of hope
Just wrong and right
Deaf to No
Up for a fight.
Alone with silence
A past staying awake…
Good deeds punished
While watching you break.