I know a place where all people are equal.
Equal in race,
equal in mind,
equal in fate.
and equal in wealth,
A place without hate.
A place we've all been

When I will realize what is on the human mind
I will find myself in a Quandary

Forever mistaking logic for insanity
Thoughts misunderstood yet quite refined

Problematic views that I can see

As dark descends a worry arises.
In the blackness befalls a fearful crisis.
For good recedes after the light.
While evil precedes into the night.

Venture not into this dismal.

Constant fear. Broken street lights.
Gang signs. Gun fights.
Drive bys. Street walkers.
Rudeness, and trash talkers.
Panhandlers. Blind bystanders.
Thugs, and thieves.
A poor mother grieves.

I love My Bobblehead.
He is so agreeable.
Hey bobblehead...Do you think I am fat?
Bobblehead shakes his head NOOOOOO!!
Hey bobblehead...Am I cool and all that?
Bobblehead nods YEEEEEES!!

Are broken promises lies
or good intentions
unable to achieve

Can joy be within a wary man
or chronic loneliness
with a false smile worn to deceive

Does love secure happiness

Oh dear lord,
Remove thy evil from me.
Please take my soul that I have now givin to thee
Swallowed me in eternal bliss and the love that is thou eternal sea
Please oh lord Forgive.

Look out your window my yon one.
See the rain upon it’s glass.
Not forever will this rain remain.
Nor the darkness it brings shall last.

For warmth of sun shall shine upon you,

Nothing more pleasant to the eye.
Then a beautiful woman under a moon lit sky

A grand Silhouette in midnight render.
A symphony of sight, an image of splendor.

As I wake in morning mist.
Her head comfortably upon my chest.
Her eyes closed in bliss.
I listen to the birds as she rest.

I look at her and say to myself...
Who am I?

Sacred is a love
That is we
Loyal to her
Loyal to me

In Love forever
To whither never
Her heart is mine
My soul is hers.

Till death do we part
and if Heaven is pure

Have you ever started a poem, and wondered where it’s going?
So you leave it alone for a while, and hope the thoughts start flowing?
You sit down from time to time to think of what to say.

Precious to hear, in a glen of clear.
A songbird’s trill, in lea or hill.
A mosaic of sound, a beauty unbound.
Choirs of morning, delicate yet soaring.

She sings to me from a pedestal
I bring to her a choir.

she brings to me a faithful love,
I sing to her desire.

She calls to me with whispers,
I talk to her with trust.