New Sight

Watching your plane ascend
Eyes wouldn’t stay open

Into the decay at my feet
Pools of history looming
As controlled violence
Broke laws of physics

Winds lifting you away
Failing eyes unwilling
Heart spills open
New eyes, new sight

Omen Schmomen

Crow flew by my window
Don’t mean a thing
Don’t mean a thing

Someone says,
“hey, you need to be afraid,
somethin’ like that happens”

Be afraid,
Be afraid

Not gonna do it man
Or no crow

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Mists of Peace

Mists of Peace

Cresting the ridge
Our valley now exposed
Morning sun broke free
From its chains

Illuminating the moon
The brief friendship
Destined mathematically
Exploding flashes of grandeur

Calm befell the valley
The mists of peace
Had prevailed
Captured willingly
By the hearts of all
In her presence


I know we can do better

We Have No Autumn

More than ever
When men act like animals
Looking to stifle love.
Trying to stamp out peace…
Anything with beauty.
Those who stand tall behind the bullet
Behind the cloak of hatred
Whose end is useless
Having never once
Fed a poor soul
Or stooped to calm a crying child

Out of love
Out of love
They are forever lacking
Dying in their own waste
Have ever
Made anything better