HURRICANE ANDREW

The turbulent storm,

took the form

of a hurricane.

In vane,

robbed the ocean

of all treasure

in one motion

that no one could measure.

Gone are things from the past,
that were not put there fast

all forever gone

and done

by a turbulent storm

that left no form.

Leaving only traces,

of past faces

in its eye,

left to die.

 

TAXI

Standing alone on a corner,
A man.
Dark hair, dark eyes,
Shades and a heavy coat,
Looking up and down the street,
Noticing every move.
Especially the traffic
That of a fairly dead town.

Feeling a cold tap on his cheek,
He looks up,
Rain clouds.
He hopes not for a downpour,
But heavy clouds tease with sprinkles,
As thunder laughs deeply in the background.

Just to be safe, he steps back,
Closer to the tattered awning
Of a shop that had seen better days,
A sign stating, “Out to Lunch”
Permanently nestled in the window’s corner.

As the rain picks up, he gets restless,
As does the wind.
His vision shortened by buildings in the way,
He nearly misses yellow lightning
Passing him by.

Not knowing if the vision was real,
He runs after it desperately.
He sees it clearly, but it sees not him,
For it makes no stop.

Heartbroken and wet, he stands in the rain,
So he’s sure to see the next one,
And to be seen.

It’s so hard to get a taxi in this damn town.

 

 

 

THANKS FOR GIVING - UNITY

Lose the commercialism,
cherish the happiness of
family and friends.

Share the shining of
togetherness and love.

Remember those who
aren’t with us anymore
with cherished memories
and thoughts of love.

Hold together and say,
“I love you!”
As you’ve never done before.

Share thoughts of
being together once again,
eating well,
staying healthy,
and prosperity to all.

Answered prayers,
Being blessed by the Lord,
for all the beauty,
He has brought you and I.

 

HEAR THE CHILDREN?

Hear the children's laughter?
Filled with joyous song of
Charity, love and hope
Of a brighter tomorrow.

Their lives only a blur
Of reality and love.
No time to grope or mope
Or to even show sorrow.

Hear the children's weeping?
Filled with desolate despair
Confusion and painful
Memories of the past.

No more children's singing
Only living a nightmare
Bound in a beautiful
Tapestry forever cast.

Hear the children's terror?
Filled with sleepless nights,
Queer feelings of isolation
In a world that doesn't care.

Leaving no room for error,
I see no more moon twilight,
Or anymore living motion.
Now I can start to prepare...

Hear the children's silence?
I invite death openly,
Bitterly cold, dreary and dark.
Inviting a better world.

Filled with less turbulence,
And chaos which closely
Resembles the landmark
Of what could only be hell uncurled.