The Empty Window

The Empty Window

More years ago than I want to count

We lived near Kreuz Strasse

There was a little girl who lived there

She was maybe three years old

And she always wore a smile

But she was never outside

We never saw her except through a window

She would wave to us everyday

And always mouth “hallo” to each of us

And she was why we always walked that way

Then, the soldiers came

We kept walking by and one day she was gone

No one told us what happened

But we missed that little girl and her smiles

Seventy-five years later I still stand before the house

Staring up at that empty window

Looking for a smile that will never return

The Last Second

The Last Second

She was born into a world of strife

Wars and hatred surrounded her

She fought on to make herself happy

But no matter what she did

No matter how she tried

She couldn’t forget that she only has so many hours

That she had more moments behind her

And a consistently lessening number before her

While her clock was dying before her

She walked bravely through the storms

And in the last second of the last hour

She will look back at the turmoil that was her life

And she will smile and flip the world off

Only then will she go to the paradise she deserves

Dreams And Butterflies

Dreams And Butterflies

Butterflies are such magical creatures

Carrying dreams for little children

While all the time watching over them

Their lace wings share gentle breezes

Across their innocent, smiling faces

When I pray to God I ask for one thing

I ask for each butterfly to carry one minute

A single moment to stop a child from aging

Maybe all them to spend on more minute playing

Instead of growing up and losing what they have

Including their belief in dreams and butterflies

Remembering Sudan

Remembering Sudan

R.I.P. Sudan – 19/03/18

A wild soul

The last of its kind

Sudan lived forty-five years

Struggling to keep his species alive

His soul was still strong

Even when his body failed

But, even in his final moment

He remained a gentle giant

Loved and cherished

With his death we must stand together

To save other animals

Before they suffer the fate of the northern white rhino

And the Earth loses another gentle giant

Listen To The Stories

Listen To The Stories

Will you walk with me

I know it is a ragged path

Through a place people do not go

As you walk please open your mind

Listen to the whispers of lives gone

They have stories to tell

Their stories may be of love and hope

Or they may be something not so good

But they are still told again and again

Echoing through the City Of The Dead

Whispers drifting on a silent wind

All you have to do is listen

The Failing Mind

The Failing Mind

I know I had a full mind

It worked as it should

But now, I have lost my mind

To a point where I have a brain cell left

Just one left

Floating in a big empty space

I can remember years ago

But not what I had for breakfast

Still, even after my last brain cell goes

I will remember you and our times together

And if that memory ever fades

That will be the day my life ends

For I could never exist without you

Even if you are only in my thoughts

And nor would I want to

Grumpy

Grumpy

She wakes up at 5 a.m.

The kids screaming

Husband can’t find his pants

Rain is pouring through the ceiling

And the coffee maker’s broke

But, she knows of a holy place

Created by a caring millionaire

A place to relieve her pain

And turn her from Grumpy to Happy

An Espresso Macchiato is just what she needs

And she needs to make it a double

Too bad she has no cash

And her purse is at home where she left it

So, Grumpy she is and Grumpy she will remain

At least until she can borrow the needed $8.50

Then it will be “Thank God” for Starbucks

Hell

Hell

I do not want to be lifted on wings

There is no place for me in paradise

I have known all my life where I should be

I have a place reserved for me

Down in the chasm into the darkness

There will be no flowers or grass

Just the bones of those who went before me

In the distance screams fill the air

The tortured suffering for their sins

Never to be released

Still, I am not afraid of my fate

Because I was too sarcastic for Heaven

And the Devil was afraid I would take over

Which I will

The Way We Learned

The Way We Learned

When I was 12 years old

We could not see porn

We did not have the internet

We needed to read Playboy

Through its pages

We learned about women

About what they liked

What they didn’t like

And what their boobies looked like

Our friends stole them from their fathers

Sometimes we snuck into bookstores

And we’d hide between the shelves

Just to look at the centerfolds

But every month there was a new girl

She was always sweet and innocent

And someone we fell in love with

However, that was a lifetime ago

Our need for the girls of Playboy died

But those beauties will never be forgotten

And their centerfolds will never leave our attics

Reality

Reality

How do we know what is real

Everything may just be imagination

What our mind tells us we see

We all know the sky isn’t blue

But we also know that it is

We do not really know what we look like

We do know how others see us

Of if what we see of them is true

We only see an image

And painting created by our mind

It is what our mind says

So, it must be right

We may never know

Never be sure

But it is our world

Everyone’s different

And everyone’s the same

It all depends on what your mind sees

And if you choose to believe it

The Perfect Day

The Perfect Day

The day was perfect

There were just a few clouds

Fluffy and white

Like balls of cotton floating above

Warm breezes swirl around

Carrying the smell of fresh cut grass

So, kick off your shoes and relax

It is just the right time

To lie in an open field

Open a book

And take a trip into another life

You Need Her

You Need Her

Yo humanity

Go ahead

Point your gun at nature

Load it with over construction

Prime it with pollution

Do you think she is going to care

Do you think you scare her

Think about something a minute

You need her water, air and plants

You need her world to live on

What does she need you for

Nothing

You are no more than ticks to her

Creatures to be ignored of swatted

Just remember that you do need her

And she doesn’t need you

Love’s Child Of Verona

Love’s Child Of Verona

Lady Juliet Capulet

Love’s Child of Verona

You were the epitome of love

Passion and loss was your life

Our joy and our tears were with you

And even though you lived long ago

Women still look to you

Only you can help them find love

Or dry their tears after a love lost

Lady Juliet, for their sake

Please know that as long as you are in Verona

The visitors and letters will come to you

And the dreamers will believe

In Love’s Child of Verona