Independence Day

Gentle flame dances

Upon unsettled winds

We see the light

It holds our way forward

Shadows will reach us

They tell us its dimming

But still the light glows

It has shown for generations

Twilight always brought tomorrow

Our faith rewarded every time

The flame speaks if we listen

It burns brightest against the dark

These truths are self evident

We are our own masters

But do we stay in the light

Freedom is ours to share


Distant Thunder

I look up to the skies

Sapphire blue stretches

Feathers of white scatter about

My eyes search for storms not there

My ears hear thunder still

Cool wind hints of moisture

It stirs humid stagnant air

Faint smells are carried to me

I know it but it still eludes identity

Still I hear distant thunder

The dryness of the soil calls

It speaks in cracks and groans

Once fertile harbor for floral beauty

Slowly the green leaves the landscape

It hopes it hears thunder

Forgotten Rain Gods watch on

Helpless as they are now nameless

Their tears no longer flow to the ground

Theirs is a hope that nature answers soon

They feel the distant thunder

Still I stare at the blue sky

Depth without substance again

I do not wish to curse the light again

My heart waits without patience

For that distant thunder

Instilling Fear

Like a shard of glass

I fell it under skin

I’m restless and consumed

Simple things concern me

Most do not affect me

But still they linger on

headlines tell me ‘be afraid’

Enemies changing spinning..

like a wheel rolling down a road

They grow faster than I count

My pulse quickens as it moves on

I know reality once upon a time

Now I knows fear and anger

The voices tell me the darkness grows

They don’t tell me who controls the switch

Ghosts in the Daylight

Ghosts in the daylight
Images lost to early
Tangent thoughts scattered
We lie dormant
Waiting to be seen
Hoping for second glance
Pieces hodgepodged into one
The collection, ourselves
Illusions for any occasion
My mask hangs beside me
I’ll take one from the wall
You only see the surface
Rip-tides await you underneath
Ghosts in the daylight
What we really are

Nature Cries

Rain falls like tears

Soft splashes almost caress

Birds sing undercover of trees

Leaves glistening in overcast light

Rising smell of Earth

Breathing freely from dust

Wholesome color chases pallid crust

Flowers stands tall pedals fully back

Gentle rain soothes air

Breezes find their way forward

They wrap around all there is

Blistering Sun hides while life dances

Still falls light rain

Restoring what is needed

Watering future dreams and hopes

Begging you to dance within it touch

Resisting the Wind

I used to love the wind

The sound of a distant gale

It crawls towards you

Low pitch groans resonant

High pitch whistles scream

Then the seasons changed

Heavy growls thundered from the East

Shrieks wailed ripping upon open ears

Chaos divided the landscape in pits

Creatures barely known spew forth

They speak from boisterous tomes

Hallowed be their entitled repression

They call me brother

I cringe visibly

They call me problem

It comforts me

They weaponize my words

Incomprehensible to them

I sleep during the day

My dreams comfort my nights

Blocking out the wind

Price that sanity costs

Hope is in the change

Action soon will be needed



Behold little gem of light

I wish to hold it

My cupped hands warm

It spreads thinner across them

Finally disappearing into air

My eyes see light rays twinkling

As if magic dust created on touch

But it is gone away

In my heart I know its name

My nose traces little evidence

My ears deaf to its existence

But the glimmer of hope

Never fully fades from sight


I have danced this dance

Fallen backward knowing

The landing always awkward

But the recovery blissful

It’s the assertions within the music

Questions the rhythm of the gears

Dreams are always a soft landing

When they leave you sailing perfect

But every dancer falls

Falling in style, a memory


My mirror sees you perfectly.
Others see me as crazy
You move the opposite as me
Gazes from similar eyes
Setting up The other side
I have no mind like yours
But believe in your intention
The mention of you shakes me
I lie about you in the mirror
Surely your legs work like mine
There are times I’m told
Your not yourself and I know
Whom they speak of then
I get tricked by your smile
But soon the world will know
My doppelgänger, isn’t me.



When did I age?
My thougts creek like a floor
My viewpoints have become new again
The left is now right
Mysteries are only beliefs
Technology has become magic
Magic a sleazy sideshow on TV
its not that I’m old
In So far from being new