Window Pane (Poem)

She’s looking past shutters – beyond her pane
Blanketing the storm’s sonorous uproar
Tired eyes devouring the horizon for something
Perhaps a prince will find time, and even her

The last to still believe and muck around fairy-tales
Breathlessly hoping someday that they’ll come true
Trusting worn window to herald a true knight
Or at the very least, a champion to rescue


Photo by Eduard Militaru on Unsplash


Unable To Fly (Poem)

I was born without wings to fly
Cursed with longing towards our sky
Afraid I’m stuck down here forever
Tasked with plucking up fallen feathers
To bandage knees from failed attempts
Sanguine ploys of returning to air again
My enamored lust is to be more like you
If only God had given me wings too

2006 (revised 2018)

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The Last Entry (Poem)

rocking back and forth
lying shattered on the floor

the drugs she needs
keep leaving her empty

old bottles scattered open
hungry needles forever broken

pain’s no substitute for love
so she’s writing this in blood

defeated she sinks beneath
and slowly drifts off to sleep

her message was costing too much
as warm water joins her in the tub

she’s soon lost up in the clouds
this time she won’t come down

a cherished creature joins the deep
letting her lovely arms bleed

2006 (revised 2018)

Photo by Aliyah Jamous on Unsplash

Some battles can’t be fought alone. Sometimes we need help. 

Tyrant In Her Tower (Poem)

mobile-phone-1875813_1920She’s fallen in ruins of destruction
Holding onto her torn paper doll
Gazing out across her wasteland of nothing
Observing the final end of it all

She’s given up her hunger for freedom
To be released from his chains
Not but a bare waif in his kingdom
Kept for years under wanton rein

She promised herself to one day be free
Which fostered the faintest flame inside
Igniting in her a vague hope to believe
Perhaps there really is some good in this life

Yet that tyrant’s still tossing about in her tower
So deluded he thinks she loves and obeys
Under his crooked crown of power
She struggles daily against his wicked ways

2006 (revised 2018)

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Legacy Of An Ember (Poem)

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I keep on falling further behind
Even as I reach for the sky
My stomach churns and I ignite

My faith won’t lift me any higher
Not when I’m falling on fire
I don’t really care if I die
I’ve led astray too many in this life

Surrounding me with the stinging
Odor of burning wings
Sin has a way of destroying
Every part of this mortal body

There’s no way to climb any higher
I feel like I’m falling on fire
My immortal soul tumbles down
Leaving nasty holes in God’s clouds


Photo by Tyler Lastovich on Unsplash

Sidelines (Poem)


If I could start over completely
I would do this differently
If I had a second chance to be
The man you wanted of me

If I could start over one time
I’d give anything for another try
I wish I could rewind my mind
But instead I’m –

Sitting on the sidelines
Wallowing all my life
Allowing moments to pass on by

If I could wipe my slate clean
I promise to do things perfectly
If I had a second chance to be
Everything you need

I’d give anything for a second try
I promise somehow to get it right
I’d give anything to restart this time
I wish I wasn’t –

Sitting on the sidelines
Watching you my whole life
Wishing I could be by your side

2011 (revised 2018)


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