Unkempt dreadlocks over a threadbare suitHe enters the subway car with confident stridethe scent of neglect clearing a path for Himas if He were a king Chin upliftedHe takes a seat gazing without

Looking deeply into my lover's eyes the firelight, seductive ….not for the sight but for the passion Listening to the laughter of my little ones their echoing music, delightful ….not for the

Your perfect paradigm isn’t mine I’m a squared round peg the squeeze, painful The house in the ‘burbs was bleak never felt like home And the nine-to-five gig bled me like a leech Back and brain

He walked along the garden path cloaked in silent beauty but His soul screamed out in agony while He struggled with His duty   Too soon would time arrest Him and assault His mortal bones stripping

I never met you, but I knew your father He grieved over your daily dance with death ....each victory barely worth the cost Hearing of your suffering cut deeply heightening my awareness of the