Bubbles (Inspired by Bubbly by EJF)

Bouncing & dancing, Jamming away into the air, Paws and jaws waving, Popping bubbling bubbles. Little ones playing, Running in muddy fields, Blowing bubbles away, In darkening skies, As the wind goes by darting, This way and dashing down, Deepening ally way, Freely bounding amongst the heavens, Gaping as the stars abound, Higher and higher,…


Taking me down the path of sin, Belial calls my name on liar tongue, Sweet, soft, liac profession of incarnate love, Taking form in soft flesh Seduction flowing over and over Whipped into submission Told lies of love Learning to hate the soul within Gone the innocence of soft human dreams Lies forming demonic presence…

20 Years Gone, for what?

Opposition faced in masks Hiding neighbors face Antagonizing brother, Sister felled for hypocrasy towards a Heretic view of religion, Hot weather fading hiding cloth Face mask a must, not an option, Rights driven into trodden sand.

Purple, Her Regal Majesty

Purple is the new world order of colors, Royal, Regal, and beautiful, Deep, rich, full of the beauty of a million violets.


Twisting upon the nether, Reveling in the pleasure, Surrendering to the passion, And seduced into an eternity of ecstasy, Surrounded by the rising screams, In the vast vally of the mind, As electrodes produce mass hysteria, Along nerve lines.


Life springs forth from bubbling brook, Leaping to life like words from a book, Leading us past fork after fork, Leaping like a fish after a baited hook.


Sun drops fill our cup, Give us this day your bread, Shine on us your life giving light, Making sweat drop from our forehead, Our flour and tinder, All come from your tender love, Giving us dropplettes of light, To shine through our darkest hours.


Shovel hits gravel, sliding stone screams out across gilden steel, In slides the blade, out comes earth, Shattered in a trillion pieces, Smashing cross unholy ground, Deep pit, 9 feet, turns to 12, Hole deep above, digging down, pouring sweat In heat wave, feeling, pulsating heat pushing out wave after wave, Tearing through, permeant portal…


I am unsure how to credit the photo & story. They both inspire in me a spirit of strength and a desire to share the emotions they bring out in this poem below. Weathered hearts look solemnly upon this child, Expression held back, deep, deep, sorrow, The sparrow neither sings, nor chirps, Little chickadee looks…