for monica

he played her like a violin,
he wore her heart like a
second skin.
and after he broke it,
he threw it out.
she did not know
whether to cry
or shout.

memorial day

On memorial day we honor those who have served

 The army, the marines, air force, the navy , the reserves

We honor those who fought so that we could be free

To enjoy our careers, our friends, our families

We honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice

So we would not pay the worst possible price

To be enslaved, our freedoms torn

Into a lifeless world our children would be born.

This is not about being in favor of war

We all hate the bloodshed, the pain, the gore

This is about people who did what had to be done

Here is hoping that one day,

Wars will be none.

flowers on concrete

game face on,
have to play.
like flowers on concrete,
walls get in
the way.

rules to be broken,
or broken by rules.
real or a token,
we don't learn this
in school.

like flowers on concrete,
rooted in shaky earth.
buffeted by storms,
more than a lifetime's
worth.

trying to climb
on surfaces hostile
and cold,
listening or not
to what we
were/are told.

like flowers on concrete,
where warm does not go.
this is where we are and
how are we expected
to grow.

 

photo taken in transit

mindinfestations

thoughts come a calling,
knocking on my mind.
swarming like butterflies,
but neither gentle to me
nor kind.
keeping the notion
of sleep a dream
never  attained,
as the hours pass by...

ventured, but
not gained.
                                           photo taken in apartment building courtyard

away with words

away with words,
only the

sound...
of a broken heart,
when it starts
to pound

yellow hibiscus

yellow hibiscus,
her grace to aspire
so tender a vision,
as she lifts herself
higher.
                                                       photo taken, flower not

find

conformity is a mallet
find your own color
palette.

 

 

photo taken...not stirred