Magazine Posts

Existing for the sake of being,
is our right in this world,
no matter your religion,
life choice or ethnicity.
Every individual has the right
to exist. Everyone.

Damn the Dalmation,
whose coat has all
those damnable spots.
Who looks like that?

Polka dot spots,
what a sight to see,
perhaps, some booties,
the color red I see.

Wasting away,
without any time.
No more complaining,
no more the whine.

When your courage has weakened,
your morals are thin,
be very careful,
No Mortal Sin.

Those lazy, hazy,
days of summer,
will soon appear,
6\21, Summer Solstice is here.

A loss of life,
through self-abuse.
What is the price?
What was your excuse?

I miss you more,
every waking day.
You were the youngest,
yet you went away.

My youngest brother,
remembering when,
we went to the Naneum,
I was your oldest friend.

You left a void,
in your children's lives.
Gone too early.
It was no surprise.

The slow descent into darkness.
A journey of a declining mind.
Thoughts, our memories
are now only mine.

Alone am I,
sitting in my room.
An unhappy place,
sadness and gloom.

Out to the Courtyard,
bathed in Sun,
with little shade,
it's a lot of fun.

Purchased some plants,
to brighten the Courtyard.
Now filling the pots,
with soil and plants. Not bad.

For all the joys, you are.
For all the love you bring,
my soul burns brightly
of your virtues, I'll sing.

Alone is the traveler,
lonely is the star,
he follows,
to find where you are.

Following his heart,
over many byways,
into the wild terrain,
on life's highways.

His journey continues,
by plane, train or car,
until the end,
finding where you are.

Be quiet now,
your fickle heart,
sharing your love
with another soul.

You must decide,
who to choose
or you may,
your love, lose.

White, rushing water,
over moss covered stones.
Hurrying, pushing into
downhill, narrowed,
moss covered walls,
under fallen trees,
into a pool
of calming, flat,
mirrored water.