Most Recent Ramblings:

Empty home

My home is expansive
Pillars to the sky
Windows shape the light
Into colors that fly by

Doors of glossy oak
Impenetrable without key
The locks number many
Designed to admit just me

The walls are solid stone
Silk tapestries, down them fall
They glimmer in the light
Dancing; I enjoy them all

A floor of solid marble
White with golden streams
Carries me across the place
As lustrously it beams

The light’s what makes the home
It resounds in every room
From the kitchen to the courtyard
Caressing roses in full bloom

Their scent adds to the light
It too lingers from space to space
Filling me with happiness
Quickly bringing smiles to my face

My home is my only haven
I stay within by choice
And somehow it saddens me-
It’s filled with but one voice



Mom’s at work; Dad’s gone too-
Kids are bored with homework and chores to do.
T.V.’s blaring; phone’s off the hook-
No sign of a newspaper, a pencil, or a book.
Kid’s need some cash, some clothes, new shoes-
No sense in parents, if their funds you can’t use.
Kids want to have fun – no homework or chores-
Any place is better than home – children knocking steadily on friends’ doors.
Get home late, in time for bed; parents think kids have done work.
Ask dad for money, then call him a jerk.
Kids are sleeping and parents are fighting-
Underneath covers the youngest daughter is hiding.
The house goes quiet; the two old lovers off to bed-
Dreams of other places run through the family’s head.
The next morning is chaos – two bathrooms for five…
The typical family, just trying to survive.



the rules in place are exact
strict instructions how to act

rules, action – quite mundane
even every breech – the same

powerful rules crush the will
deep values falsely instill

not the rules you must think
when your heart can but sink

do not confront, bow down
rule accepted without frown

you know no freedom, but law
disturbing is what else you saw

you fear freedom, for him
terrified of life by whim

don’t argue, stand in line
wait patiently for your time

then die like they shall too
and no one’s to remember you

your kids, their kids, yes
too busy they’ll confess

to think but of the rules
marching on – good tools

the way you wanted them to be
realized lives you hoped to see

order, society, god – fool
all are simply – strict rule

instructions to fade away
never having lived a day