Reaching out,
You touch us with sadness,
Like bruised skin.

Life’s hand,
Life touches us with needles,
Like thorns on roses.

Suns rays,
Sun touches us with warmth,
Like smiles on faces.

Reaching out,
I touch us with hope,
Like hanging on.

Life’s hand,
Life touches us with chances,
Like unconditional love.

Moons light,
Moon touches us with truth,
Like opened hearts.



Fragmented Self

I sit with poisonous premises,
Promises becoming pestiferous.
Letting demons drown in darkness,
Dissolution divides differentia,
Breaking whole into broken.
At my feet I am scattered segments,
Slicing sinlessness with slander.
My subtle skin seeming a lie,
I count myself as one,
A thousand splits.


Rhyming Raucous

Salty puddles, salty tears,
Dusty waters, muffled ears.
I hear words that sound like spears,
Jabbing claws, lightning shears.
I make sounds that mimic hope,
Climbing up, deep deep slope.
Rough and tumble on words I choke,
Spitting back, filter broke.
I cry out with piercing shrieks,
Reaching out, fire peaks.
Such loud sounds, my pen speaks,
Pouring out, relentless leaks.