Author of the Apocalypse
The eagle sits atop the tree, surveys the world for all he sees.
Watching a land spin out of control, a tear he weeps for the lost souls.
The people they look but do not see, the eagle that sits atop the tree.
Lost in their world of apathy.
… Continue readingApathy
The view of Party’s pander,
to see the zoo first hand.
Makes pause to sit and wonder,
The time has come to stand. … Continue readingRest in Peace Red, White, & Blue
Purple, her dress is so carefully stitched.
Look at her porcelain face, hands and feet.
While her bonnet, it sat lazily hitched,
oh my, such a beauty this doll was she.
… Continue readingThe doll
What happened?
I think about you every day
Wonder if you think of me.
Even though you’re so far away
gives me joy for all to see. … Continue readingWhat Happened?
Darkness falls over the day, distraught, the sounds they cry out in despair. A cloud descends o’er my eyes this night as I sleep between dark and light. … Continue readingPoems Elude Me