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Enchanted Town


Thoughtless balconies,
like curled horns
pierce out from the walls of a crumbled reality.
Off below,
gray sidewalks, chased by growing cracks,
swiftly disappear into the horizon.
Gateways, with bad postures,
brace the doors of refuge.
Oh but alas! they are welded shut by rust
yet, mock hinges in tight arrangements,
still proudly impose
mechanical responsibilities.

Burned out streetlights sway in depression
as deformed shadows penetrate through
the boundaries of
a frost-clouded void.
Slowly, they blend
the condemned pressed flowers
into souvenirs of
long lost carnivals.

The nameless streets are muddled with
puddles of thirsty dust.
They lay in half-filled dreams,
awaiting for a puff of time.
But the tick-tock of the great clock,
in the central square
of this futureless town,
is trapped between the past,

and its scratched glass.



Silent snow tumbling
White whispers rest in stillness
One-shade hides the Spring


*A Haiku is a Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.

Lead Me Through Oblivion


Fear touches the strings of my heart
luring out the silent cries from the mist of language
and into the world this poem shall soar
to utter my deep suffering…

As Dusk embraces the sky
my howling dream draws closer from the fevered night.
And I see things that I should not see,
tragedies of mankind, fruits of the Sorrow Tree.
I see the marching men dressed in black,
the legion of doom they are of the dead
moving forward at His will,
ready to burn Life’s domain.

Balm to my eyes were the sweet dreams of children,
the wishes of their hearts that we will become a better kind.
But now, my visions are sown with Dust
as my soul weeps with the moon, up above…

And I see flowers,
innocent petals scattered on razor wires
dear hopes of our transpiercing tomorrow
torn one by one and
into the hands of death they are fallen.
I see the mothers’ endless tears are pouring as they are pray
to touch Faith’s impenetrable veil,
trying to change the course of their cruel fate

Oh dear night,
this unholy pilgrimage I can no longer take!
Harvest these reverberating dreams,
the fearful echoes of my conscious mind.
Lead me through oblivion and blind me with ignorance
for it seems this is the only way to happiness

To Miss Green


More pain
So much pain
So much more pain
Pain plus pain plus pain
Equals one pail of pain
One pail of pain times x pain
Now that is one shit load of pain
I had enough! I will add the ‘t’
Paint! I will paint my world green! Take that, pain!



Created about twenty years ago by an Arkansas poet named Etheree Taylor Armstrong, this titled form, the Etheree, consists of ten lines of unmetered and unrhymed verse, the first line having one syllable, each succeeding line adding a syllable, with the total syllable count being fifty-five.

This concise form is meant to focus on one idea or subject.

Summer Garden


hollow cocoons hang
butterflies dry in daydreams
buds became flowers

*A Haiku is a Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.



Gifted by the Breath of the One
a newborn blessed with the purest heart.
But beware,
within his precious earthly shell,
there is this mysterious shadow called
~human nature~ as well.

As he climbs the ladder of time
promising choices will arise
soon a young man, at crossroads he stands.
There are many avenues to proceed
hold by Fate’s hand is diverse destinies.
But which is the path that must be taken?

Listen to your soul,
instead of your shadows,
choose the path that is novel
and looks difficult.
The road will be long
through thorns of experience,
yet rewarding,
for each deep cut you take
they will make you a better man
Capture this great accomplishment,
and your light will last
till eternity.

Remember your Giver,
have courage my dear friend!
Paths that are inviting and tattered,
no longer offer treasures of salvation
only hiding thefts awaiting
to rob you from your Breath.
A shell full of shadows
on Life’s journey
will fast descend,
lead you into
dark oblivion.

Sweet Child of Gaza


Oh sweet child of Gaza
Today, you have escaped
Another day of yesterdays
To kneel alive
Upon the sorrow of your domain.
Broken, doubtful,
Lost beyond our mortal eyes
Within the shapeless forlorn.
Terrified to go to sleep
Afraid to dream…
Just longing alone for easeful dawn
To enter your soul with its nurturing rays
For balm to your eyes are only the
Farewells of Life,
Whispered through
The sullen gloom of fallen bombs

But you must leave
The crimson echoes of your past behind
Take a step onward,
Move out
From the forgotten corner of
Humanity’s stage,
Forget the days of nevermore
Be your vacant existence
Filled with love again…




Let your tears stream,
Onto the ground they must descend
To make moist with the dust of time
And from the nourishing clay of tomorrow
Life’s primrose will grow
And bloom on the distant hills of evermore
Where unborn children play
Filling the air with sweet songs
As they wait for their forthcoming mother’s
Loving embrace,
Wrapped in garlands of blooming peace…