Death Knocks in Hallow Night


Death Knocks in Hallow Night


A shift in weather brings a chill

in nights of ghosts and ghouls

and some who seek a yearly thrill

of sudden screams and scares.


Play we do with truth and dares

if death may be at your front door

hands stretched across long stares

for candy is not what she may want.


And when my time it’s up I can’t

but she won’t wait another day

across the doorway a bony hand

will grab my soul and disappear.


So in hallow nights another year

full of candy and scary children

I seek no thrills when well I know

death one night will knock I fear.


October 31, 2018

“Tis the night—the night

Of the grave’s delight,

And the warlocks are at their play;

Ye think that without,

The wild winds shout,

But no, it is they—it is they!”

― Arthur Cleveland Coxe


A Weed Among the Roses


A Weed Among the Roses


How dazzling this garden

dense with colorful flowers alluring my senses.

Sometimes I pause to rest in the shade by the roses

where the scent my soul cleanses

and entices my dreams to be one among them.

And I lay there content

watching clouds pass me by

 while my wishes far fly

wrapped in the sweetest scent.

But this flourishing place cannot breathe

with the weeds side by side

where their roots buried deep

may  smother the growth of these flowers,

and therefore I must pluck

from the roots,

all these dreams I let spread like the weeds

that grow wild among roses-


October 18, 2018

“They’re just weeds, love, they don’t belong anywhere.’ Her granddaughter stuck out her bottom lip and furrowed her brow.

‘That doesn’t seem very nice. Everything belongs somewhere.”

― Kathryn Hughes, The Letter

What’s Misplaced


What’s Misplaced


Oh how sudden we lose things,

misplace them between disappointments

and the unfulfilled days life brings.

And the sun shines bright, but my hand

shields realities that burns

like summer powdery white sand

on bared feet unprotected,

like hope or my dreams

misplaced or lost as life turns-


October 3, 2018

“It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.”

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

The Order of Things


The Order of Things


Pieces, scattered…

We shape what we wish, what we dream,

let it grow into something

and become part of things,

of a life we desire-

Discontentment like fire

sometimes slow, sometimes fast

burns the paths we created

and we let it all consume-

And we drift, and we drift

because everything we hated

we created in the past,

and we break into pieces

all scattered…

Its so hard to let it go

knowing how it doesn’t matter

to remember anymore,

and we forge ever so slow

a new path laden with hope

and new things we come to love,

or at least what we desire

without knowing how we built

what later breaks-

But we cope and we cope

day by day,

and we wait, and we wait

for discontentment like a fire

sometimes slow, sometimes fast

burning paths we created,

leaving pieces all scattered…

We shape what we wish, what we dream-


September 2018

“Whenever a river reaches the ocean, it waits to go back.”

― Will Advise

“Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.”

― Henry Adams, The Education of Henry A

A King’s Crown


A King’s Crown


A hint of desperation, bittersweet regrets

came to play in the icy glass of Crown,

sipping time slowly my thoughts drown

in the dizzying spell of liquid moments.

Will I be like this when life forgets

how my heart beats so strong?

Turning the glass, I let the ice sweat

across the surface,

alone with these rhymes

the bittersweet liquor takes too long

to numb these thoughts circling my mind

 like hungry vultures-

I contemplate life, emotions resurface

in the amber color of the liquor

touching my lips… another,

to drive demons away

and this hint of desolation

that came to play in a glass of Crown-


September 2018

“Here’s to alcohol, the rose-colored glasses of life.”

― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim.”

― Pittacus Lore, The Power of Six





The calm waves caressing my skin,

restless my soul deep beneath

roars engulfing my will to become-

One moment my life to begin,

another within dreams to be gone.

And I bathe in the warm of the water

drowning answers to questions I had,

letting go with the calm of the waves

while my soul rages on in the storm-


September 9, 2018

“There is peace even in the storm”

― Vincent van Gogh

Fading Light


Fading Light


It’s not death that I face

but the fading of light-

In the calm of the storm

I forgot how to fight,

how to never conform

to this river of life-

Ah the comfort of being!

To let things fade away

to become, just become

at the end of my day

what the storm left behind-

So to die will not dread

but the fading instead

of this star-gazing mind-


August  2018

“When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze.”

― Anthony Liccione