“Why Were We Commanded to Love?” 

Why were we commanded to love one another when love leaves us vulnerable to pain?

If we did not have to love, pain could not overcome.

Why were we commanded to love?

Why were we commanded to love one another when love seems impossible for all?

If we never truly love one another, disappointments we do not suffer.

Why were we commanded to love?

Why were we commanded to love one another when love does not last forever?

If we can not love like You then no love will ever do.

Why were we commanded to love?

Written on 4/12/94


“I Poked You”

I poked you

Now, you’ve turned black

And it’s spreading

All down your back

Up  your arms

I do mean you harm

Down into your legs

With your eyes, you beg

Across your feet

I laugh, you’re beat

Up over your head

You’ll soon be dead

Because I poked you

When you turned your back

Written on February 8, 2021


“A Captive of My Own Mind” 

Pulling at me,

Pulling left, Pulling right,

Resisting it with all my might.

Craving what my body needs,

My mind has me deeply deceived.

I am a captive of my own mind.

A place of weakness by design.

How does one break free

Break free,

When the pulling, 

The craving, 

The deceit,

Is Me?

Written on August 6, 2018


“On The Bad Days” 

It’s like the flash of a camera

1000 times over

in quick succession

over and over

My mind replays the events

of those nights

like watching a horror show

under bright lights

You can’t break free 

from some memories

so strong they bury you

wondering what to do

Forcing them from your mind

just trying to unwind

trembling side to side

shaking, nowhere to hide

Inside your mind is a fray

not a damn word

can a person say

You put hands together

and then you pray

Because faith is all you have

at the end of the day

The only thing that keeps

the scary things away

When the darkness creeps in

and the sinners break in

Your mind can not take anymore

You’re losing it, now out of control

Get down on your knees

Raise your head high

Lift your voice 

and just sing

from deep down inside

Just sing 

Just sing to Him

Written on February 19, 2019


“The Bite”

Dark hair

Icy stare

Watching me

From over there

Stirring now

You seem to wonder

Your movements reflects

A natural born hunter

A howl, a bite

I changed that night

My body succumbed

To an internal fight

For blood I craved

It drove me mad

Until that deliciousness

I finally had

I ate

I fed

So many

Now dead

I didn’t care

It didn’t matter

I had to have it

The blood splattered

I’m out again

My dark hair curled

With my icy stare 

To change your world

Watch out for me

For if I bite

You, too, will hunt

On full moon nights.

Written on April 6, 2021


“The Effects of Battle”

Stirring inside is a thunderstorm, 

Reflected outside by scars, 


flesh all torn. 

Heart broken for wrongs to be made right,

Mind seeking revenge at night, 



And just. 

Longing for peace after such betrayal,

Wounded by the darkly veiled,



To no avail. 

Written on June 7, 2018


“When the End Time Comes”

My chest is open

My heart is bare

Red and raw

But you don’t care

You smash it

You beat it

You tear it apart

You don’t even notice

Just how much it’s scarred.

Each word that you say

Is a punch to the face

You don’t need your hands

To cause my red face

I am your partner, your lover, you say

But your actions cause nothing but sadness, dismay

Leave. Stay. No. I pray.

Never knowing the answer to that each day

What do I want? What do I do?

Can’t even decide if I’m afraid of you

I think I am, sometimes, ya know,

The pain you cause runs deep below

All of the nice things you’ve ever said

Can’t make up for when I’ve wished I was dead

Leave me. Quit waiting on me. Just go.

Then things would get better for me, ya know

Stop waiting on me to walk out the door.

I’m not going to do it. I’ll fall to this floor.

There’s no strength in me to just get up and leave

I just have to hope you will and believe

What is it you say about my beliefs?

That’s all that offers me a sense of relief.

Go. I’m tired. Please get out of here.
      “Not ‘til you cross into hell, my dear.”

Written on July 11, 2018



Searching across the mountaintops,

Wondering what lingers out there,

Knowing life exists beyond those mounds of rock and stone,

The thoughts that they are so far from my home.

Reaching for the bright moon, it seems,

Staring into it with wild dreams,

Knowing man once stepped upon that perfect piece of bone,

All may as well be on the same dark road.

Heading for that lonely highway,

Stretching outward with open arms,

Knowing a new life may be just beyond that border,

An answer to all of the chaos and disorder.

Written on July 8, 2018


“Night Prowlers”

Placing my hand on the damp sidewalk,

    Wet, gritty, rough,

    Not able to talk,

Crawling with every bit of my strength,

Stretching to make another arm’s length,

Breathing heavy as I push with one leg,

Remembering how he had told me to beg.

Reaching farther, almost into the light,

Regretting I even had to be out tonight.

Pulling myself up at the old lamp post,





Needing to make it only two more hours,

Escaping the plots of the evil night prowlers.

Written on November 9, 2018


“Consumed by Death”

Peeking through my hands

I see you standing

over there.

I can not tell you

just how much, but

I’m really, really scared.

I want to hide underneath

my bed, but you will know

that I am there.

You will simply come to get me

and pull me out by 

my black hair.

You are evil 

manifested in an

awful human being,

who moves within 

these walls of this

dilapidated dwelling.

You’re a devil

with his horns

turned inward

so no one can see

but you can’t hide

your evil ways

from the likes of me.

You can’t fool me with your

smiling face and hand

filled with green

I know your evil side.

You are more than

simply mean.

I crawl quickly and quietly

underneath my bed

I feel your claws 

on my ankle

You yank so hard

I bump my head

I beg. I scream. I plead.

I don’t want to go there.

Don’t you see!

I would do

almost anything.

I feel the heat. I see

the fire. I hear the

hounds. I’m not

a liar!

Peeking through my hands,

I see you standing over me.

I can not tell you just how odd

You feel inside of me.

Written on March 1, 2019