callused thoughts, in
soulful contempt, where
withered trust, lies
about yesterdays

with dark tomorrows, in
tepid dreams at night, fore
boding a glance upon, her
naked eyes.

splintering puzzles, in
mourning’s last, upon
a heart’s crave, that
night never ends.

and memories bare, in
pictures on walls, of
a soul’s new place, born
of forever’s sunrise.


formulated chaos
in wretched visions
crafted, upon thoughts
of tomorrow’s
blurred season; seen
through clouded eyes
where tears sieve
yesterday’s memories;
aching an absence
of sorrow.

Lazy Sprinkles

Tuesday’s boredom
laced in thoughts of a time
three days hence; wrapped
in freedom.

Enamored in nature’s
collection of Spring
gently laid about; among
petals of tomorrow.

Emerald canopies
brighten colors of
fleeting memories: and
those sounds about.

When today’s wonder
reigns upon a sorrow
long felt; where sunsets
brighten ‘gainst storms.

Tears gather along
lashes of yesterday
gently falling: washing
thoughts ‘n search of.

His Time

Worldly evils; play.
A conscious thought
bound in reality;
Sleepless nights; tumble.
About daydreams
meant for tomorrow.
May never come
for sorrow pervades;
a conscious thought.
When God said,
“Not now.”