Angel

Ten fingers and toes
Your name, no one knows

Never nurtured or fed
Plastic bag for a bed

Hidden from view
For a day or two

Ice on the ground
The day you were found

Angelic and sweet
Blue toes on your feet

A miracle they say
Yet, you're cast away

Sleeping Society

Sad to think it does not shock
Accepted almost by many
No longer do we shake our heads
Instead we whisper, Again!

Lack of outrage and horror,
Repeated throughout the world
When will we stop the disrespect
among our brethren?

When did weeping become shame
What’s wrong with outrage now?
Stand together for what’s right
Afraid for our children’s tomorrows

Suppressed

Through shuttered lens
The horror plays
Heartbeat quickens
Beads of sweat form

Rapid breathing
The torment, real
Trying to wake
To end this dream

Each night it comes

Each night , I fail

Memorial Day

Monday, May 28, 2007

To all military personel, past and present, I thank you for serving.

Pure

Through the eyes of you
Life is so pure
Nothing taken for granted
Everything, new

Your voice sweet, unsure
questions bring smiles
Simple gestures
Thoughts deep, sincere


Show me the world
I'll follow you

I'll learn

Reaching For Surface

Tides constant motion

Caught in despair

Reaching for surface

Burning pain with each exhale

Waves recede

New hope is had

Swimming towards daylight,

I’ll make it this time

Forgotten Heroes

Tattered clothing

hair full of tangle

emaciated face,

tells of woe

Impatient people

quick to degrade

Dismissed as a cause now lost

How does one get here?

A disgrace some will say

Turn away in disgust

Life full of promise

Served proud for us all

Forgotten, as if

No request for this mission

No bed for rest

Scraps of discarded food

Reflections of early years

Battle Hymns played

No questions asked

Too much to deal with

Death all around

Trapped in my mind, forever

No pension or address

Tin cup in hand

Spare a dollar for grub

Serving or begging

both done with pride

For I am a vet, til I die