To be Alive

Sulking fingers play
On shaky hands
The vile song of hate.
He breathes his fire,
Spouting fear with
Biggoted tongue.
He claims the “truth” resides
Among his yellowed paper
Of ancient script.
Those words, hateful words
Those meaning lost
Along the centuries of learning.
Oh I see, I see, it’s a terrible
“Light” blinds, blinds through war, through fear, through hate.
But it’s only a book, an ancient tale about a man.
Have you forgotten?
Forgotten what it’s like to be human, head and mind,
Guts and blood, love and compassion.
No you live by a book of
Love causing hate.
Yes, I find it ironic, in a sad parental like.
You say your master sings love into your heart,
Yet you bicker and fight as starved puppies over a crumb of bead.
Arguing over his word, terrified of those who don’t agree.
And I fear,
I fear the end.
Not of this life,
But of humanity.
Of a connection to the world, as brother and sister.
Not through a book but through our lives. Through our love.
That is what it should mean to be alive


In the sea

In the sea I saw a submarine
Its body cold and glistening
Off the shore’s east coast
Saw it in slumber comatose
Sun setting over ocean tangerine
An ominous and gloomy scene

pulling riptide swept away
Chaos stares licking tongue in Bay
Grotesque arm holding flag of war
His messenger sorrow swore
Ready to Devour it’s prey
The one’s whose name be light of day

Heavy eyes darting shifty gestures
Plotting catastrophic raptures
Sinking below to lesson learned
Council me with cleft concern
Consciousness speaks our words like scripture
Great pyrimid built to fracture


Walls rise around
Adolescent heart wearing large shoes
Tied by ropes unbound
Trepidation suffuse

Like tickling fingers play ivory Ballade
Nimble and gentle raze
Slowly falling facade
Tender is a heart without faze

Imponderably fated
Choice is ours to charm
Fastidious or elated
Leaves me disarmed


by raging hunger
Unable to think
Rotting monster mind
Wishing to feed
Tearing out the heart
Innocence be damn

The decay putrid
Slowly dying within
Its curse a ragged breath
Spewing vile words
Waging fear as war

rabid plague
Violence breeds
Hate breeds



Day Z (for zombie fans that is a intentional pun) for the A-to-z challenge.  I MADE IT! It’s official I finished my first A-to-z challenge and I have to say I rather enjoyed it.

Finishing with another poem on life and focusing on hate in the world the poem isn’t about literal zombies only the virus like ability for it to spread.

If I learned anything from the challenge it’s I want everyone to love and be kind to one another.

I want to thank all my new friends I met along the way.



Yell from the rooftops
Of jagged mountainous rocks
to the masses below
Gathered in flocks

Yell until their ears burn
Firey words from depths soul
Fight your battle tall
Never slink to a foxhole

Yell the love, the hope, freedom
Your view is not absurd
Shout it to the world
Let your voice be heard

Wow is Y upon us already. This challenge has flown by. My A-to-z challenge theme inadvertently turned into poems and photos about life and looking into ones self as well as the world around us.

This challenge has helped me do that same thing and often times it seems as though the negative things in the world flood out the positive.  Yell is a poem about making sure your voice is heard. Never let hatred stop you from saying what right and fighting for what is right.



Day X and we are almost done. I’m still amazed I made it this far. Here is my next installment in the A-to-z challenge.

Xenogogue is a word of Greek origin and it means “a guide”

Right from wrong
How to be a man
A father,

supernatural being,
higher power,
Great Creator,
A force built within
Guiding me
Whatever the answer
I have not

I have