Friday, December 30, 2016

Back Road

Like blazing eyes of fearsome beasts
reflectors dot the sterns
of wagons used to haul the feasts
for which the livestock yearns

the darkness is so absolute
that any glimmer seen
illuminates the rural route
co-opted to careen.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

And There Shall Be Signs...

The moon going down is as red
as the substance He selflessly bled
that day when He suffered the loss
while nailed like a thief to a cross
and our condemnation was shed

but many have chosen to spurn
this gift and maliciously churn
dissension wherever they go
so certain they already know
the truth they will painfully learn

when darkness descends everywhere
and we are confused by the blare
of trumpets proclaiming our Lord
is back with a powerful sword
to vanquish deceit, so beware!

Friday, December 09, 2016


There's nothing more redemptive than the truth
but not just any absolute will do
aside from giving purchase for a tooth
it's got to fill your belly once you chew
providing proper nutrients that aid
the growth of muscles needed to escape
these dingy cages deviously made
so comfy most ignore the constant rape.
An oligarchy feeds upon the fear
of anyone beneath its polished heel
while savoring the sweetness of control
but if we all reject the lies we hear
and let them taste the anger that we feel
perhaps, at last, we will be free and whole.

Tuesday, December 06, 2016


To each their own devices
entanglement entices
but there's no signal strong enough
that ever quite suffices

for making a connection
eliciting erection
of byways that traverse the bluff
inferred by ones inflection.

Sunday, December 04, 2016


We never really realize
how much the leaves conceal
until the autumn day that they have fled
and we behold the bright blue skies
their absence must reveal
reminding us what little life we've led.

Friday, December 02, 2016


In that quaint little house in the valley
right beside a mercurial creek
I fathomed the terrible tally
and learned to embargo the bleak.

Cocooned in a bucolic bower
where beauty can't help but abound
you're taught by the grace of the flower
and friendlier ears can't be found;

despite a delight in the corny
I'm stoically trying to stay
away from a path that is thorny
while still staying true to my way

remaining completely impartial
to all of the popular lies
yet trying my hardest to martial
the strength to keep searching for whys.