Shut out the voice that never speaks

Beware of those who promise ease.

Cut off from worlds intent on more

And lost to those who’ve gone before

Allow yourself at last to lose

Defeat has nothing more to prove

Victory has lost its prize

The war has overcome this life.

While in a darkened corner sleeps the remnants of the past

As the man who can’t be moved follows in all the same old tracks.

Don’t hesitate to venture past, he won’t awaken now

For he has wandered through the night in search of sacred ground.

But all that he is will remain–for he is nothing now.



Lights in shadows

Broken arrows

The war has ravaged what was left behind

Filled with sorrows

Hope is borrowed

Against the bleakness of this silent night

Until the echoes

From the bellows

Sends the smoke back soaring to the sky

And then the wind blows

Peace again knows

Death as men cry out the battle cry

If Only…

If only…
The start of a most tragic thought through all of humankind
To ponder possibilities of what could come behind
Some desired course of action. Some decision so sublime
Observes no answer for repeated questionings in mind
But simply cycles downward in a whirlpool of the time.

If only I had not done that
If only I were there
If only life were not so tragic, weary, and unfair
If only I could fly away
If only I could flee
If only… With such words as these we grovel and we plea.

If only…
What thoughtless hopeless despondence queries as these depict
When lowly mortals seek to sort all of natures rhyme and writ
It leaves them hopeless. Barely coping- The temerity of it!

If only…
Take these useless words away
That I be not obliged to say
Ever again within my speech
What I was once fooled to believe.

Write them off or discard me
For I have naught that you should need
But save me from those cursed words
And take from me that bitter scourge

If only…
What fiendish mind begat those words?
What thought had he but his own hurt?

There is no ‘if only’ to be had
What you’re given is what you have
Not more not less and if you feel
that probity might somehow seal
a future more desirable
I tip my hat to your pure soul
For you have not yet learned the woes
that life displays when it implodes
then suffocates you with its lies
to crush the innocence you prize.

If only…
Ah quite useless it
But still provocative the rift
That forms within your mind amidst
The echoes that these words emit
To taunt like cold fingertips
Daring you to not forget.

If only…
Not again I say
‘If only’ never comes to stay.


I’ve been away for awhile, I know. Life has been rather busy lately but here is a poem that I hope will let you know that you are not the only one who fails. Others do too, and although this poem is rather foreboding, and ominous, it still holds a truth that most of us can relate too.

I hope you enjoy.


Farewell to the dreams of a better year
—they were always too far to be reached
there’s no point in crying for no one will hear
—the walls have already been breached.