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Standing in the ruin of the cathedral
A wayward boy stood where he once felt small
Among the towering walls and beautiful glass
A world far bigger than he, but a world he knew well
But today, piles of stone and bits of chared timber
Left him feeling lost, in a sea of destruction
A broken child amidst broken dreams and broken lives
While a tired and tattered nun scolded him
Chiding the boy for not behaving as he should
In this sacred place she still called home

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Posted by on April 11, 2016 in poetry


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Devouring word after word
Swallowing them whole
Like bits of glass
Hungry not for the end
But the new beginning

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Posted by on November 13, 2014 in poetry


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A shepherd, a healer, a savior
Or just an ordinary man
Standing in the light
His hands held out before him
Bathed in the blood of a saint

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Posted by on August 17, 2014 in poetry


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Dangerous Curves

There were no signs to warn us
It happened all too fast
We lost our grip and control
Our dreams like broken glass


She broke our minds
And broke our hearts
Broke our concentration
With hips that moved like that


Posted by on May 16, 2013 in poetry


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Wrapped so tight
In fabric blue
Were it Christmas
Or birthday too
I could unwrap
My gift from you

Shake that offer
Please don’t stop
Onto my lap
Be sure to drop
It only needs
A bow on top

Lovely round
Like artist’s glass
Unveil it slow
Not rough or fast
My favorite gift
Your gorgeous ass

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Posted by on March 8, 2013 in poetry, Uncategorized


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Living on the Edge

Living here, barely living
Chasing, running
Trying to stay ahead
Money is biting my leg
Barking from pocket
Snarling to let it out
Wondering about next week
Will it be easier
Or will it be the one to break me
Fragile, so fragile
Patched up and mended
Never quite repaired
Always there are cracks
Screaming their warning
The edges will cut you
If you aren’t as careful as me
I have adapted
I know where the breaks are
Avoiding the danger
My life seems so boring

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Posted by on October 3, 2010 in Uncategorized


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