TO LIFE

we don't get older;
older gets us.

by the time
we are any good

at living, our days
have melted away.
we forget our lives are

like trick candles, always
blown out and reignited
and still the wax

wanes and sooner
or even later they won't

come back
to life again.

I MADE IT

i have written yet another
beautiful airplane poem;
pray god this flight gets me

home.

nothing more tragic than art
that never escapes
the artist's heart.

RESIGNATION

and you get to
thinking oh

people should be
brought to their knees
with all the dying
going on. and you

wait for the inevitable
gnashing of teeth
and crying out
to God, "why hath..."

and it's only later you
realize how many have
already lost everything or
what they perceived
as such. and you

settle down to suffering
alongside everyone else.

NEVER CRY

people say it's okay
to cry; says who?
those that never do.

people say go ahead,
let your guard down and
then they stare; they're the ones
who wouldn't
dare.

people say forgiveness
is divine, but if you want
the truth:

it's better to lie
and hide and
never cry.