Invisible People


The invisible people we pass each day;

Like ghost like figures they fade away.

On cold winter nights, in the streets they sleep;

In a circle of misery a fire they keep.

With stomachs of hunger and pain they bear;

From haunted eyes they weep and stare.

Their faces and bodies gaunt and worn,

Till one summer night from the world they are gone.

Darkness Falls

My hopes and prayers I will keep,
In winter winds and suffering deep.
The darkness swirls and hides the light,
As I face the terrors of the night.

I will not wail; I will not fear,
As darkness falls, it holds me there.
In chains I’m bound in desperate plight;
Still, I taunt the terrors of the night.

If the moon and the sun will hear my plea,
Then one faithful day, I may be free.
In chains I’m bound, but still I fight
For I pray for the day of eternal light.

Until We Embrace


It is inside the soul we weep,

Until the day of eternal sleep.

We carry our crosses, heavy to bear;

Our journeys filled with peril and fear.

We must make it to that promised side,

For there our souls will eternally abide.

It is there that my mother waits for me; 

I shall see her again, in bright light and glory.

The days are long, and the path is hard;

I will seek perfection; I will keep my guard.

The stumbling blocks are hard to fight;

I seemingly exist in perpetual blight.

It is because my mother is there,

That I will not tremble; I will not fear.

It is in the night that it calls for me,

But before I go I will see the sea.

Words Of Inspiration


Today, remember that you will win the war that rages in your mind. You have lost many battles, but you will win the war. I know you are tired; I know you want to give up. The journey has been long and weary. People that you held close and that you told your inner secrets, and deep feelings to, have betrayed your trust. They have now shown their true colors. They make a mockery of your pain; they minimize your condition; they trivialize your plight as something you should just be able to get over. At first they seemed genuine. They would sit for hours and intently listen to the stories of your many sorrows. They would seem engaged and sympathetic. They would offer hugs and comfort. This comfort would draw you closer to the person and lead to intimacy, and sometimes long term commitments. Until one day the venom concealed in their hearts is revealed through vile and malicious words that cut deep; that poison. It is in that moment you realize the many traps and snares that they laid for you. It is in that moment that you understand the depths of their wickedness and deceit. You begin to see the intricacies and the patience with which they carried out their plot. Using your pain and suffering as a weakness, to use you for whatever they could. Your suffering is their gain. It is in that moment that you must gird up and find your strength. It is in that moment that you must allow your inner light to take over, and lay waste to the darkness. You must not allow them to hurt you. You will not allow anyone to hurt you.

You are loved by someone, somewhere, even if you don’t know it. You were fooled once, but you will never be fooled again. Their poisonous venom will not paralyze you; it will not invade your blood stream; it will not stop your heart. You will live. You will live and thrive. Your spirit is that of an eagle soaring high above vast mountains. You are a peaceful stream in a lush green valley. There is a valor in you that you have yet to discover. Your beauty lies in your many complexities. Many have yet to discover the depths of you. Many are not worthy to discover your hidden gems and the secret compartments of your heart. In your suffering you will find yourself; you will find your strength. You will draw it out as water is drawn out from a well. Do not be discouraged. Your heart is strong, and your will to survive is primal; your instincts are hardwired in you and they will not fail you. You will not allow fear to rule over you. You will not allow anxiety to imprison you or hold you in perpetual bondage. You will not allow illness of any kind to destroy you. You will fight. You will not abandon your post. You will not give the enemy any contentment in your pain. You will not be broken by the enemy. You will show no fear in the face of your enemy. You will not shed tears, for you have given enough for a lifetime. Your knees will not be weak and your hands will not shake. Your spirit will not tremble. You will be as fearless as the grey wolf. You will carry the fierceness of a Kodiak Bear protecting her cubs. You will be a rock and a lighthouse for others. You will be a comfort to those in pain. You will love again. You will win.

Eternal Love

Love, Oh Eternal Love; how long will you forsake me? On my journeys I have encountered you. We spent many seasons together. In the summer we spent time together in the warmth of the sunshine, and in the winter we cuddle by the fireplace. You enthralled me with passion and desire. I long for you. I miss you. Where are you? Where have you been? It has been seven seasons now since I have seen you. I wonder if you now spend time with other men, in strange places and dark corners, giving yourself away freely with no thought of me; with no compassion for my plight. I stare out of my window at night thinking about you, jealous of the men that hold you and keep your warmth. Love, Oh Eternal Love, they could never know the depths of you like I do. They could never know of your mysteries and inner secrets like I know.

I have explored every part of you; I have tasted of your sweet nectar. I have searched your inner depths, and discovered your delicate ways. You have comforted me; you have kissed me. When will I see you again? I cannot put you away. I cannot pretend that I don’t need you. I am a man bordering on obsession, because I know what you mean to me. There is no life to be lived without you my darling; my hope in you is my silent prayer. You are the morning dew on freshly cut grass. You are a beautiful garden, budding anew with life season after season. The hibiscus and the orchid renew my spirit; the black grapes and pear trees provide a sweet savor. 

Spring is here and summer draws near. I will wait for you Love; you will come back to me. I will sing to you from afar; I will sing beautiful songs to you and hope you hear me. I will remind you of our time together. I will remind you of the passion we once had between us. I am here darling; I stand with open arms. If I have to, I will wait one thousand years, and then one thousand more. I will write another song for you oh Love, and I will sing it to you in your dreams. Please do not forget me, for I am the man you once gave yourself to. Love, forever I am yours.

We Dance


In tempests, we shall dance.

In the midst of the deep sea, we shall dance.

In fire, we shall dance.

In floods, we shall dance.

In the face of fear, we shall dance.

In endless sorrows, we shall dance.

In our darkest days, we shall dance.

In the throes of death, we shall dance.

The Ancients


Their grey hair and weathered faces tell the tale of their lives. The elders who have survived throughout the generations. The old ones who have seen the hard years. They have seen abject poverty and war. They have survived. They have lived to tell their stories. They tell their stories in soft monotone voices, and whispering tones. To sit at their feet and listen to their stories is to understand their journey and their plight. Their deep seated eyes are cloudy, almost ghost like. Their stares are haunting, and can touch the soul. Their eyes have seen many things indeed. In their old age they are content in their spirits, and have gracefully accepted their mortality. They have lived; they have experienced. The ancient ones take joy in their offspring; their grandchildren and great grandchildren quicken their spirit, and give them reason to live longer. Their history is passed down from generation to generation. They are revered and loved. Their words of wisdom are words to live by, exceeding any price or value. In their old age they speak with directness and profoundness. It is refreshing, and a break from the normalcy of political correctness, and the herd mentality. Their twilight years are filled with serenity and peace. Elderly couples rekindle their romance year by year. The elderly women age beautifully in their elegance, and the elderly men age well in their youthful strength and grey beards. They are the ancients. They are a treasure.


woman-2888122_1280A child stares out of an open window. Tears stream down his face. Pictures of his mother lay on the floor. He has lost her. She has passed away. The boy was told of his mother’s joyous spirit, her personality and the way she was. He was told by her friends and family how happy she was to have given birth to her one and only son. Yet, he can’t remember her face and her warmth; he can’t remember her touch and the love only a mother could give. He clutches a picture of her and holds it to his chest; he kisses her. He scours his mind for the memory of her, at least one precious moment. He finds none. If only he could remember the sound of her voice and her laughter. If only he could remember her bright smile. He closes his teary eyes tightly, and tries even harder to remember her, but there is no memory of their time together. With his eyes closed, the remnant of his tears fall onto the photos of his mother. He opens his eyes and looks at her pictures intently. Mommy I love you, he says. He will carry her in his heart forever. A heartbroken child stares out of an open window. The cold winter wind touches his face. He hopes his mother can see him; he hopes his mother can hear him.

For The Afflicted

I see your affliction. I see your pain. You are not unnoticed. I see your misery, and your many sorrows. I see your heaviness of heart; I see the toll the hard years have taken on you. People pass by and stare. You are looked down upon, sidelined, and ostracized. You have lost hope and have given up. You have nothing left to give. You are misunderstood. You have suffered in silence for many years. I see your suffering. I understand the depths of your pain.

Family have turned their backs on you. Spouses have left when you needed them most. You have lost your means of income and have no one to turn to for help. You sacrifice everything for your children, but it’s still not enough. Friends have abandoned you in your time of need, and former colleagues talk about you behind your back. I understand your plight, and I see your pain.

Physical illness has caused you immense pain and suffering. Mental illness has caused agony, and great sorrow. You are in constant distress. You try to hide your affliction from the world for fear of being outcast. For fear of being laughed at and persecuted. I see your pain.

You have lost your home and are now homeless. You never thought it would happen to you; you cry every day and night. You were disavowed by everyone you know, even those you held close. I see your pain; I see your tears. 

You suffered abuse as a child. You were failed by those who were supposed to protect you. You have carried this secret with you into adulthood. It is a heavy burden that has weighed you down. You have shed tears in the dark. You have suffered in silence. I see your pain and your tears. I see your anger and your sorrow.

You used to be vibrant, happy and full of life, but depression has taken away your joy and your happiness. You are in pain. You try to be strong for your children and smile, but they see your tears. You have contemplated ending it all; closing your eyes forever. I see your intense pain. I see your weeping and sorrow.

Addiction has ruined your life. You are a shell of who you once were. You have hurt the people that love you; you are held captive by your addiction. You want to stop and you have tried many times, but now you feel that you are at the point of no return. I see your pain.

You have been tossed around from home to home, and you feel like nobody wants you. The foster parents who said they would always love you, have thrown you away like trash. You are tired of the broken promises and disappointments. You want to be genuinely loved. I see your pain and your hurt. I love you. 

You have suffered abuse for many years. It has broken your spirit; it has dimmed the light inside of you. You want to leave but you are afraid; you don’t know what to do. I see your torment. I see your suffering and your many tears.

You have carried heavy burdens all of your life. They have worn on you along the way. You want to be free. You want peace.  I understand your plight; I see your suffering. Tears fall as emotions encompass me. You are not unnoticed. I see your affliction. I see your pain. I love you.

Window To Her Soul


The sight of her pain wounded my spirit. Her smile and the light in her eyes hid her suffering and darkness. A deep darkness and pain that wore on her. Her plight was one of survival. A once bright light inside her became dim. A piece of her soul torn away, every time she earned her living. She lie there, wilted and despondent, eyes wide as if in a trance; her cries and sorrow internal and not heard. She is numb; the act is done. The familiar scent of dirty and worn bills fill her nostrils, as they are left on an old broken down table that has seen better days. She lies there, still and quiet. Her eyes remain wide and trancelike, as she stares up at the ceiling. She is not sure how long she can carry on. Her spirit is broken and her life energy is low, but she knows no other way. She wants to be noticed; she does not want to be judged. In a small corner she stoops, and lets out tears in quiet solitude. She desires love; she desires warmth. Her soul is weary. So many long days. So many perilous nights. A heavy burden rests on her. She will carry it as long as she can. The pain is unrelenting and unforgiving. She seeks rest. A long comfort; a deep sleep.