Spiritual

Tears

Try not to panic, he must live, Every patter,now mean memories, At the UCH, that sting in my eyes, Roaring, the sight of my fallen king, Stumbling madly, that sweet smell saturates me.

Uniform of scares

A soul may tally to the stars Like a badge of victory honour But who will know of the wounds And wear its uniform of scares. Who will feel the icy lick of blood?

To See What Steven Sees

In memoriam R I P Stevie

A New Dawn

A poem

This is My Cross

As the Poor becomes poorer the nails are getting deeper As they cry out and perish the thorns begin to pierce. The blood of Christ is shed when people scavenge for bread.
Cherry

The Interior

Waiting on the Sun

Succumb

Hearing the whooshing of cold air You cradle your heart with care You stand near the end of the road Feeling so left alone and cold Shadows of regrets follow you

Segments of Sentiments

I pull these words, out of my heart May they stick to you like small darts I'm a stranger, you're my reader I'll touch your soul, I'll dig deeper Each morning, we see the same sun

Sea of empty space

Tonight I saw an ocean Passing beneath the moon In zig zag slow motion Then a whale was strewn..? Coup de grâce Sea of empty space..? The moon was gone! Like a white chess pawn.