Destitute Living Sept, 1999

a simple man and his wife till their land
hard muscles frame every inch of his body
she void of expression toils beside her man
testament to their life of labor, the sun beats down on his already
darkened skin. the sweat and salt of his body falls to the earth...
readily swallowed by the parched soil he tills. children bear the yoke
of labor bravely... aged before their years illiteracy reigns...
squashing any means of escape from their squalor. a shiny four wheel
machine draws near. the man stops his labor... the children run
excitedly toward this sleek symbol of wealth, laughing at their
reflections upon its shine. out of the cool comfort a haughty face
emerges, a sneer poverty at the poverty twitches at the corners of the
unsmiling mouth a piece of paper waved words harshly barked out
fear descends upon the family of simple peasants
their future unknown "make way you peasant folk
your presence is an UNWANTED OBSTRUCTION to the progress of this
nation make way,
i care not for your discomfort nor your uncertain future
all that MATTERS to me is gold to keep my coffers full
and your family starves, all the matters is that my coffers overflow

Expectant Anxieties Sept 1999

i can feel you move within me
strange undescribable sensations
i wonder if you feel my anxieties
as i ponder our future

i must try to be the best
hoping to give all that i can
trying to make sure you are never wanting
i continue to work myself into a frenzy

come little one into our lives
be that torch that shines on the path
that we must tread hand in hand
as we make the journey together

Destiny - undated

it is with great regret that i view life with a slice of malice

for without hesitation she has oft had me trod upon
even as a child, i had the brutal force of man
so rudely implanted within me
my cries were in vain, for the world labeled me trash
a child with nowhere to turn, written words my only solace

as i flourished into womanhood
the scars were deep and would not heal
trust was something i had little to give
love was something i found hard to find
life throws her pitfalls so constantly
i wonder if there is a story no one has told me

rude awakenings, forced attentions, the word "abuse"
has my name to it, for the slime of nature ceaselessly pursue me

i lie here now all naked and torn,
i will never mend again, i know
still i feel that destiny has but played me another cruel hand
for i still lie and breathe
when all i desire is to feel
earth's weight upon my coffin

Unattended PO Box Mar 5, 2006

SEND US YOUR HEART! it said
And we'll fill it with LOVE!
scarcely knowing what to expect
I pulled my heart out and sent it along
to the PO Box address that the advert carried
HEART BACK it read promising one that returned
TO BE KNOWLEDGEABLE IN THE ART OF LOVE
I waited in anticipation
Hoping each day that my heart would
Find its way back full of my expectations
Waiting and waiting
Was all I did
Never did my heart come back to find me
Now heartless I walk around
Not able to love
For that important vessel MY HEART
Is now in some PO Box unattended

untitled poem Mar 5, 2006

Barefoot reality
Still walking
Remembering certain
Foreign morning
Silky dew
Confusing tragedy
Losing delicious innocence
A remembered time

JaanuJaan Feb 27,2005

Once a butterfly came and sat on my shoulder
and whispered your name
I asked it why your name and
it replied for it had seen mine in the depths of your eyes
I thanked the little butterfly
and wished it well in its flight of life
And lingered for a moment tasting your name as it formed on my tongue
So simple in its beauty
It was music to my ears
I felt wings upon my feet as my heart took flight to find
My love my life my future
I embraced your name as it rolled off my tongue
Feeling your heart embrace mine
Upon the meeting of the two hearts the names merged into one
Forever bound in love and hope

untitled poem Dec 12,1993

Dearest Man,

to say i love you not
twists my heart into knots
for when those eyes glance my way
my life is thrown into total disarray
for my life i surrender
knowing within "oh what a blunder"
foolishly optimistic am i
that this valentine you'll be mine

Woman

untitled poem Jun 30,1999

Salt and spice
The scent hangs heavy
Permeating the air
Into unified stench
Bodies glisten, necks strain
Heads held high
Beasts of burden
Walk on by

untitled poem Oct 20,1999

Dancing twirling
Spinning free
Swing on
Then set me free
Words sounds
Voices one
Silence shattered
Forever gone
Walking running
Marching by
Bullets blood
Bodies lay

untitled poem Sept 26,1999

Hodge podge
Slush and muck
Water earth
Boulders Rocks
Houses perched
Precarious stance
Call the ministers
Get the press
Issue statement
Sad old fact
Classic case
Tis but God's act.

untitled poem Sept 24,1999

The night was still
Not abreeze was felt
I wondered at this silence
In its deafening presence
We might have spoken
We might have cried
I do not remember
But the silence of the night
The skies were starless
The moon hid its face
How distant all seemed
In the uncrushable quiet
We ought to have spoken
We ought to have cried
I remember now remorseful
As darkness gave way to light