Magazine Posts

A great wasteland,
is what we are,
of collectible souls,
near and far.

Lost souls are gathering,
in hidden recess of the mind.
Having succumbed, lost
away, escaped. You won't find.

Over the hill
across the Dell,
why can't I find,
the loneliest trail?

A trail so lonely,
fraught with woe.
Seeking peace but
I know it won't be soon.

He spoke,
butchering the word.
How ridiculous,
how absurd.

Sometimes I need to wander.
Sometimes I need to roam,
when the need is over,
I need to return to my home.

It must be burdensome,
to be in God's hands,
having to make decision,
about who wins or loses.

How would you decide,
on the merits of life,
when you don't punish others,
but you will take a wife.

Hard to believe today,
when looking at others.
How different it must be,
deciding between sisters and brothers.

When I am alone,
more frequent now,
then it used to be,
I question how,

I have moments of
many unique personalities,
and find the one I love,
is the one who personifies
me.

Short bursts of wind,
leaf burdened limbs,
fallen leaves,
up to your knees.

Long ago,
far away,
I heard,
someone say,
"Why is
life so
cruel?"

What happened
to the "Golden Rule?"
Why hate?
Why not
love.

Is life
so meaningless,
when seen
from above.

If God
is just
and good,
why is
he misunderstood?

When your eggs are cold
and your toast is limp,
it might be time,
for a breakfast skimp.

What has happend to,
this old body of mine?
I feel my fitness has waned,
no exercise, too much wine.

Come talk to me, please do.
When you are near,
it's time to review,
if you can now hear.

All of the words,
passing through trees,
like knives through sheets,
of a soft cheese.

What are the words,
you continue to spread?
They're happy words,
alive or some dead.

If i say I Love You,
and don't want to wait,
would you acknowledge,
or continue to pontificate?