Monthly Archives: November 2012



Your dimly lit eyes flicker
with the images on TV.
Stories run through you ,
illusions of an imagined certainty.

Deception has extinguished into reality
and left the smoldering coils of struggle,
that now lodge themselves in your mind
and fixate their claws in your chest,
leaving you breathless, alone
and thirsting.

Truth floods you,
warping everything good and right
into torment.

You concentrate on your book with intensity,
in attempts to shut out the impending sentiments of calamity,
which agitate the paper beneath the print,
making it difficult to comprehend the words.

Are you strong enough for this existence?
Is this brokenness healable?

My rage and sorrow are not for you,
even when it seems that way.
They are for this sickness
that consumes your goodness
and threatens to diminish us
into fragments of frayed failure.

Is my faith enough?
Am I enough?

I quiver in my weakness,
knees bowed with the weight of this cross,

I am not afraid
of this evil.

I will become the enemy
of this disease.

I will pray
for deliverance.


Sweet Depression


rainbowMy heart hangs heavy in my chest
with the weight of worry.
My uneasy mind spins in sorrow
as exhaustion installs itself in my bones
and blurs my thoughts,
yet sleep does not come.

Then unexpectedly,
words begin to transpire,
one after another,
cascading through darkness,
cutting through confusion,
hope surges within me,
harnessing my negativity into,
creative productivity.

Sweet troubles!
Sweet depression!
Who would I be without you?

True Love


BabyI Am Utterly In LOVE…..

With your smooth skin
and deep chocolate eyes,
your droopy lips
even your soul-straining cries,

The way you sprawl across my bed
at your 10 kilo size,
your four little teeth
the rolls of your squishy thighs,

Your angry toss of the binky
when I am using it as a key,
to quiet your audacious dissonance
like the mute button on the T.V .

Your gleeful giggles
bring sustenance to my life,
and profundity to my reality
in the midst of this strife.



I am drowning in my own bile
of unrequited questions
and fitful fortunes.

In a furious flurry of appointments,
I find myself forsaken,
devoured by my thoughts and debilities,
yearning for consoling answers
to my unnerving conundrums.

Tears drop from my raw eyes
ricocheting off my shaky existence
as I search for the embers.

That once allowed me to live outwardly,
but that have since receded
into a whirlpool of spinning senses
and harrowing confusion.

What will be of us?
Is it possible to be prepared for this Life?

A Quick Login Late Sunday Morning


coffee cupBetween giggles and the rhythmic croak of the jumper,
cheery little feet slap the hard wood floor in the living room,
along to sparkly, silly, kiddie melodies.

Abhorrent cyclonic 3 am thoughts
diffuse into pleasant reality,
of Sunday laziness
with allegro undertones.

It seems that calm comes with the sun,
and comfort,
with a warming cup of coffee.