Words, somber

The darker side of things.

Physician

You have been judge, jury And executioner Do you feel remorse? Or is this par for the course Of your self styled superiority. You could have been healer, physician And saviour

A Toast to Strong Women

Do not mourn me if you did not know me in my prime. If you have not known me of old, you have missed The essential spirit, the force, the presence that I am.

Paranoia

Turn your back Hide your face Keep them from Your secret place Warns the voice That burns within Cloak them from Your secret sin. All despise you None are true The voice it comes

Hero

He was a hero, my boy They told me that When they handed me the flag He was a son You can be proud of The sergeant said Cold comfort, those words He died in some god forsaken

The Far Shore

I have come to the far shore of life And slipped into a peaceful place No troubles plague me No pain claims my once mortal body Now, I have only lightness My steps do not falter

I do not miss you (IP)

This morning when I awoke On cool sheets You were the first thought on my mind It has not been this way for a while And I miss missing you At least then I knew I had a heart