In the end it shall
Be revealed
As violence and killings spread
That "no lives mattered" to them.
Bold and ruthlessly declaring
Their cause a fraud.
For the ages.

when I run
I'm wild and free
Like the sun, a bird
Flower or tree.

When I run
I'm wild and free
The world and worries
Can't catch me.

death is a doorway
Life is a lane
Where we all travel
One and the same.

Day
Arrives
With
New Possibility Slipping
                              Under
                    ­          Nocturnal's
                              Sacred
      ­                        Eternal
                              Tim­ecapsule.

Oh dew of morning
and frost of night
that starts the day
and ends the night,
so peace and joy
shall accompany me
forever in eternity.

I want my words to live past me
beyond when I cease to be,
of all the things from my past
the truest ones are
my words that last.

I want my prayers
to outlast me,
spoken when I
cease to be,
Remember that
no one can stay,
but our link to heaven
is when we pray.

when my love
went through heaven's door
and left my tears
upon earth's floor,

i found out then
that all of time
and everything
that's yours and mine,

whether it's by luck or chance
in the end is a brief glance
as glory gets the final dance.

If no one cried
when someone died
would wars be fought
or true love sought?
would memories
of moments caught
be all for naught
if no one cried?

Sometimes it feels
Animosity
Is ridiculously
Portrayed
Displayed
For the sake of
Someone
Who is
A no one
In another's
Book.

But someone needs
To take another look
And see
That sometimes animosity
Is really
Creativity
Or a needful aching plea
That longs
To be
Heard.

A thought, a word
A hope that stays
Throughout our lives
And powers our days
A smile, a nod
That makes us feel
Better than what
We thought was real
What turns our souls
To the devil's chagrin
May be the simple
Prayers within
So I will proceed
To pen and be
Prayerful
In my poetry.

Dr King said
Hate is too great a burden to bear
So why must we live in fear
Sorting out lives
Sorting out lies
Witnessing hate
That wears a disguise.

It's a world
Where the musical market
Has been saturated
In songs
By the fab four.

And I, being a super fan
Can't help but saturate it
Even more!

Not only yesterday,
But today and tomorrow,
You shall see.

Let it be.

Compose the day
Suppose a ray
Propose the sun
Oppose no one.

God said to me
wake up and see,
and I replied oh Lord why?
as I sighed.

God already knew
that I was armed
with all my whys and sighs.

In spite of me
and what I was
with doubts and fears
tales and tears
left to question all that's me,
so I will try
amid my why and my sigh
to wake up and see
as God has said to me.

I have something silly to say
and I am saying it anyway,
I want to tell Tiramisu
"Tiramisu, I love you."

And you may scoff at what I said,
and may not believe what you just read,
but I must confess my words are true
as my love for Tiramisu.

if I had a collection
of sacred things,
the concept of those "things"
would not be what
the world brings.

because sacred is holy
and sacred is promised
in hearts and souls,
where what is felt
is what it knows.

my collection would start with love,
the most sacred of all things.

we should all collect sacred things,
it seems.

the thing about rhyming
is all in the timing,
much like a dance
melodically flowing
to the poets creative chance.

we are not defined by color
we are not defined by race
and continuing to do so
only breeds disgrace.

our skin is a mere shell
our  feature's our decor,
when will we all realize
we are made of so much more.

the ignorance of judgement
has no sanity or shame,
while the prejudice in hate
forever fans the flame.

the substance of our goodness
is born within the heart
learning to look inside ourselves
is where we all should start.

our focus is all wrong
in what we say and do
today's news and emphasis
are falsehoods through and through.

the only truth
our safety net
is found in one
we oft forget.

this poet's words
and best attempt
do not reflect
the passion spent.

the only matters
are of the heart
redeemed and loved
from the start.

the world knows not
a soul so deep
enduring all
in silent speech.

a life, a path
a sacred way
to lead us back
when we go astray,

our everything
we must proclaim
is our mighty
God and King.

Today's focus
we must set straight
and by all means
don't wait
all other news
does not compare
this poet pleads with urgency
do not hesitate to share.

fall
golden dark hues
these i choose.

fall
fire red
not dead.

fall
warm orange and yellow
define mellow.

fall
natures way
to glorify gray.

fall
inspired melancholy
radiating beauty.

I believe

That a rock n roll band
Changed life and times
Through lyrical rhymes.

Love is still all we need
As we go about our days
Surely we can work it out
And find a tune that stays.

Across the universe
Our struggles still seem young
As for me and that rock n roll band
I'll follow the sun.

who has a prayer
who has a care,
a prayer for you
a prayer for me
a prayer for anyone,
you see.

who has a prayer,
a prayer for
all
everywhere.

a prayer of thanks
a prayer of praise
a prayer you feel
the need to raise.

the prayer,
it's there
if, and when you have a care.

God is near
I do not fear
What i see
Or what I hear
It is clear
God is near.

The words more precious
Than we knew
Now cast glances
At me and you.

Melodies through out our life
Now define our aging strife.

Endearing tunes we wished upon
Are sometimes far
But never gone.

With each year
That passes by
We'll carry that weight
And sometimes cry.

But every note and every letter
Shows us sad songs
Can make it better.

What is your favorite word?
A word that hugs
A word that heals
A word that thinks
A word that feels.

And if your favorite word
Is in a song
Is it so common or so rare
That you would choose
Not to share?

Big or bold
Soft or loud
Will your word
Move a crowd?

Above all words
Above the sky
Above our purpose
That will not die,
Our words should live
And stand alone
Fragile as breath
Yet strong as stone.

Immortal as a shining star
Words showcase
Who we really are.

Words were said
Feelings went wrong
Emotions led
Our struggles along.

Now we live with
Our souls not still
The sea of anger
Tossing our will.

God's plan, our lives
The bond from above
Sisters eternal
Created in love.

Life is too short
Our day like a song
As the morning dew
Is dried up and gone.

The bitter of struggle
In whatever we face
Should surrender to love
In that most sacred space.

However poetic
At the end of the day
"I LOVE YOU" is
All we should say.

Sacred trumps the secular
As death does sure decide
Choose to live forever now
With death the choice has died.

If I could pass God's

peace and joy

And His love that fills my soul

Through a simple smile

Or hug

That would be my goal,

For then the hurt in others

Where the soul's a place to hide

Would cower at His Holy fire

And melt away inside.

The sacred should not
Be subject to all things
We create
Where some things
Are simply hate disguised
As a means
To celebrate.
A world of self
That we defined
Without Holy
Within our mind.

Sacred should be kept
Everyday
With thanks and praise
Not for our self guided ideologies
That try to
Distort and redefine
The God to whom we pray.

Above all let our sacred stay
Protected and kept sound
Throughout each day
And not mixed with
Our confused, poisoned
Filthy concocted gray.