celestial blues

it is done.

i only love one.

when all is said and done

i only loved the one. 

everyday blues

the paper trail of my mistakes
leads to the cold bed that you've made

the kids, the work, then work some more.

it's called life -- and it's a chore.

mortal combat blues

east is east and west is west

and the secret best well kept

to ruin your life in one small step

on slipping over one misstep.

death; the thing you truly dread,
now swooshes like sweet siren
and smiles back from terrace garden
of restaurant, courted woman;

see the man, ply from within
promise seen, for all is him
all hope; yet bat's wings whisper cold
of buried memories untold

cosmic clash like crying rain
tears open flood of all the pain
and give the beggar that small change
from nothing more than which remains