In a world of chaos

Some are choosing their blues

The big ones, the little ones

And they ponder in recluse

So be wary and considerate

That you know not their fate

For some have slept

Only to wake and walk

Walking, but not existing

For some have dreamt

A thousand dreams, yet still sulk

Moping in misery

And for some, they are hoping

For a glimpse of a miracle

Hands clasped tightly

As they mumble prayers of petition

And as for the writer,

She cries out for reassurance

Tonight, feeling weighted more

By the littlest of blues

Night of…

Night of laments

So why do I see the stars?

For every mistake, a choice I made

Night so contoured

Why do I sense hope?

The haze, slowly fading into the horizon

Night, of…restoration

Certainly must be

Regrets are in the distant


Someday, worried one

You’ll find the light

Someday, wretched one

You’ll be on the other side

Through the swampy marsh

Over the land mines

Past the naysayers

Beyond any obstacle

Someday, somehow

You’ll rejoice, where the light resides


some fall in love

others love the idea of love

some thirst for water

others sip champagne in delight


i’ve fallen for you

you’re a scarf to smoothen out of place strands

you’re velvet to skin

cognac to the lost weeper

tea drank by the grassy bank

a sail to brave through strong winds and tides

pot of gold under the rainbow

a listener, comforter

nurse to the banes of my life

Black and White 

Down by the lakefront 
I live in a black and white world
Bottling my kaleidoscope 
To be carried to the distant

I am never satisfied
In a world of colour
For in a black and white world
There will alway be possibility 

There is a drive I thrive on
A burning flame of passion
Raw, unfixed thoughts 
Uncoloured dreams

Down by the lakefront 
Captured in a black and white photo
No blue to your sky, no green to weeds
More room for visions for the unsatisfied soul

The Living Are Dead

The living are dead

Moving day in, day out

But sadly unmoved.

The little things are shrouded

By meaningless pursuits.

And the words they utter, sans passion.

They sleep, but are without rest

Their tomorrows, driven by a superficial mind

Their hearts, as keyholes

In dire need of the right key

To unlock the door,

The door to a life with purpose.

But see, the living are dead,

The wait for revival, indefinite.
















In the night’s stillness,

As I lay,

I’m in search, and I find

Then I lose,

Orbiting this kaleidoscopic journey

They told me,

Go find mercy.



In the night’s stillness

I build an army

To defeat enemies, let them kneel.

It’s the pictures I envision on ceilings,

In bedpost territory as they told me,

Go find mercy.


In the night’s stillness

I have the best laughs

With friends in the fade

Filling the voids created in the day

We chase the moon, and count the stars

Only  just dreams, they told me, Go find mercy.



Before the sun rises,

In the stillness of the night

Come see how I search

Cry, laugh, believe, hope, work, pray

Seeking answers,

They told me, Go find mercy.