as the end of the year approaches,we gather with loved ones far and neargiving thanks for things that have come beforeand offering hope for things not yet to pass it’s a chance for us to grow closer to our familiesto spend time with friendssometimes, though, we forget the meaning of the gatheringthat it’s not about ...

Best friends for neveris what we havebecome. Time can never healthe rift and distancebetween us. An angel turned demonis what you areto me. “Misery loves company,”is what people saidabout you and I. Like a blinded fool,I could not seethis eye-opening truth. “No good deed goes unpunished,”is a spoken truth Inow believe. Best friends for neveris ...

Lying here daydreaming Gazing up at the sky Wondering how We perceive hues?Why is our sky blue? And why say “feeling blue” When it’s not true  The blue I see Is no one’s fool  So why tease me     I swear, every face in the crowd  Wore your forever smile  Which shines on every dial  Like yesteryear’s last mile  Facing your time in style  Happy faces, new and ...

Thirty days and thirty nightscan never be enoughto get over you. The light you broughtinto my life is nowa distant memory. Every time I close my eyesI envision the happinessI thought I brought you. You disappeared into the coldwinter night, leaving meto the unforgiving wilderness. Abandoned by you, I try to livefighting my demons andblack, ...

a bowl of cereal, and  a slice of cinnamon toast I watch morning blackbirds perch on fence posts  our streetlamp posts  are receiving new globes down the village road there is the historic  community Post Office  where my daily poetry posts are again, free to roam. to every remote outpost  I am no longer a frozen igloo host or a nomadic poet  meandering in slow motion around ...

Am I part of your world?I must be dreaming. Am I worthy of your touch?Here you are, holding mewithin the palm of your hand. Only you can save me,Oh, angel of darknessand sinful passion. You are my savior,as you are theend of me. I am the Juliet to Romeo,the Persephone to Hades,the light to your ...

Hello, Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And fill my empty spoon With memories and rhymes  I am feeling tired and bland My quill needs a helping hand The poet’s barren ink well Is requesting a magic spell.  Dear Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And light up my room With a dream-time pantomime 

Prayers rising, wishes spreadingHands laboring, legs toilingIn this realm, all struggle to thriveRising up before the sunAnd laying down long after the moon has taken her place. It leaves a gravel taste in our mouthsOnce we eat the bread of sorrowbut holds down our bellies with satisfactionThe process becomes an infinite loopUntil we sojourn to ...

Life is not createdwithin cookie-cutterboundaries. There is no  clear-cut way toeternal happiness. For I am only humanundefined by a categoryor any identity. I am more than a name,religion, or race.I am me. You call me weak,when I’m empoweredby inner strength. You say I’m stupidwhen I know andrecognize my weaknesses. You call me sensitivewhen I’m not stonefacedor ...

My ancient limbs are wearyTimewornFrom trying to walk on waterBut I am able enoughTo leave a footprint in the sandBefore the tide returns again I am not deaf or blindMy eyes can hear the soundOf a merciless warShredding families apartThe nation’s folks areCrying rivers of tearsWhich are spirituallyFlooding their sacred towns