somewhere between

                                             somewhere between
                                             now and then
                                             somewhere between
                                             where and when
                                             somewhere between
                                             here and there
                                             i was nobody
                                             going nowhere
                                             meandering
                                             between why
                                             and i don't care

                                             somewhere between
                                             after and before
                                             somewhere between
                                             never and evermore
                                             somewhere between
                                             single and pair
                                             someone
                                             with everything
                                             going somewhere
                                             determined
                                             to know why
                                             and care

                                             took my heart
                                             and breath
                                             and left
                                             me somewhere
                                             between dying and death

                                             ®2018

from a window

                                             from a window in the concrete wall
                                             of this soiled prison cell so small
                                             i can see where the eagle use to fly
                                             above the dismal darkening blue sky
                                             filled with barbed wire sharp white stars
                                             the thick brutal iron blood red bars
                                             between which the extremely harsh white
                                             shines like some lurid guard house light
                                             the offensive flag of the american lie
                                             where all freedoms die
                                             in a foul wicked wind it waves
                                             over fields of liberty's forgotten graves


                                             ®2018                                                                                                                               
                   

grieving cloud

                                             grieving cloud
                                             sinking sun
                                             bird cries
                       
                                             sleeping town
                                             waking shadows
                                             moon rise

                                             vacant streets
                                             lamps lighting
                                             wind sighs

                                             descending star
                                             shattered heart
                                             dream dies

                                             lonely world
                                             pleading prayer
                                             mournful eyes

                                             ®2018

minus negative

                                            i only wanted one
                                            and got none
                                            fought for naught
                                            got my fill of nil
                                            empty nonentity
                                            the hero of zero

                                            ®2018
                                             


                                             

the great grand foot nine

                                      I'm
                                      the deaf
                                      dumb and blind
                                      seated behind
                                      the great
                                      grand foot nine
                                      fumbling fingers
                                      left and right
                                      trying to play
                                      the grey
                                      between
                                      the black
                                      and white
                                      lows so low
                                      mids just so
                                      highs so high
                                      the sustain
                                      that never
                                      seems to die

                                      he who has
                                      not an ear
                                      cannot hear
                                      that which
                                      is sounded
                                      as if so
                                      confounded
                                      as to only
                                      hear instead
                                      that which
                                      is heard
                                      inside
                                      his head


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at war with

                                                              at war
                                                              with the world
                                                              fighting
                                                              this flesh
                                                              striving
                                                              with self
                                                              struggling
                                                              with sin

                                                              only God
                                                              knows about
                                                              this troubling
                                                              conflict
                                                              within

                                                              and only
                                                              by the grace
                                                              of  God and
                                                              by God's grace
                                                              will win


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we are all

                                                              we are all
                                                              like a lost
                                                              small pale
                                                              spark of light

                                                              our lives are
                                                              just a fast
                                                              flash in the
                                                              dark of night

                                                              some are drawn
                                                              to the great
                                                              and good holy
                                                              arc so bright

                                                              some are called
                                                              by the word
                                                              and are made to
                                                              hark made contrite

                                                              some are shown
                                                              eyes opened
                                                              to see the
                                                              stark and might

                                                              some are  His
                                                              forever
                                                              made by His
                                                              mark upright



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