Karma

Pure manmade evil
lurks inside of a synthetic religion
that encourages you
to turn your back
on your own flesh and blood
Karma has a way
of painfully reminding you
you made the wrong choice
to do something
you never should have done...
In this proverbial preacher's
final fight for our souls,
you are just one more
brainwashed, pathetically ironic pun

Kung Fu

Biu Jee
uses the low kick
and lower sweeps
felt by those
knocked down
or out of balance
But the grip
on the soul
remains

Memories and Cats

I read the book too soon again, I think
my hands are bloody from papercut words
Now I have to rid myself of the stink
from honey-matted, overstroked cat fur
found in between the pages of each thought
The memories are stories in their dreams
but they will never know the love we lost
as they pretend to live within the scenes
Sweetened quotes will become the sour puns
that lay upon your tongue like old stale glue
from envelopes that should have been undone
they burn in irony and rotted fumes
I won't commit these ones to mind and heart
I'll reach the end and rip the book apart

Perfect Aim

One hand protects heart
Love senses danger ahead
Man fires arrow

More or Less

The more signs I heed
The more that I fear
to slow down, speed up
will not bring you near...

The more love I feel
The less you can hold
young and foolish, aware of hate
how do we grow old...

The more words I write
The less thoughts you read
auto bio, public journal
or personal diary...

The more days that pass,
The more difficult it gets
To be without you, without us
And still, I have no regrets...

Greed

The witless cat
starving beside her bowl of fresh milk
meows loudly

Suffocate

My lips are purpled blue
from holding my breath
waiting for you
to challenge this test
of courage against fear
love against hate
hope against futility
or is it already too late...