Sunday, December 16, 2018


This old body is tired
Bent I am from the wreckage 
Sear my soul in poisoned ache
Release this broken mirage

Press my heart into your fist
Lift me up, free from sorrow
Searching this after world
Rite of passage, time borrowed

Soldier weeps, his purple heart
Rice fields drenched in crimson red
Give me back what war has lost
Bloody war, our wages spent

Crosses laid in dormant rows
Widows kneel in blinding pain
Silence of tomorrow's missed
Victims in this losing game



Three little girls
None are the same
Still they are one
A beat remains

When daddy left
They were all they had
Sunshine won't shine
Until night comes

The brightest stars
They come at dusk
When we hurt the most
And feel alone

Three baby girls
Are all grown up
Living their lives
Not looking back

Knowing they are tied
Mama's daughters
Her one true pride
Tell us father

You're in my soul
All we do love
All we do know
Still we are good

Darling of mine
Different we are
Beneath this moon
Same bright star



Growing up quite ordinary.
The middle child between two girls.
Quiet and shy like background noise.
But to grandma I was the world.

Like a tiny star shining bright.
Blanketing the beautiful sky.
A beacon strong with brilliant light.
She made me feel so good inside.

The middle child oft’ overlooked.
And what my grandma always said;
the best part of any sandwich -
is the stuffing between the bread.

Lots of memories I hold dear.
Of a time not so long ago.
And never, ever will I doubt;
how much my grandma loves me so.


It ain't right

It ain't right
Still I forgive
Bleeding light
Fractured kiss
All this time
Spent missing you
Liquid hope
Comes spilling through
Too many
Tears I have cried
Senseless wrongs
Storybook lies
Woven truth
Strung together
Games you played
Didn't matter
Lay beneath
The water's skin
Feeling safe
Swallow my sin
See the light
Like diamonds shine
You in death
I leave behind