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

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 That house in the ‘burbs was bleak never felt like home And the nine-to-five bit bled me like a leech Back and

Unkempt dreadlocks atop threadbare suit He enters the subway car with confident stride the odor of neglect clearing a path for Him as if he were a king Chin uplifted He takes a seat gazing without