How Old Are You?

I watched a boy on a bicycle
stop and question a retarded child
How old are you?
Nine he replied.
What grade are you in?
Two, he answered.
As he rode avay
I heard him say
“poor thing”.

Hands of Prayer

Behold the hands of prayer
that Rodin placed so beautifully together
their strength
their form
their force
within these hands
the heart speaks
the soul responds
and the spirit
ascends into the heavens.

Galloping Words

Along the ridges of my mind
fantasy slips into a dark corral
to seize some spirited mare
stampede realities ground.

I know not what figure
rides the angry steed
nor caprice to stir her on
I will not grab her slashing neck
nor funnel her foul breath
The ride is death.

Strange that you who sired
my psychic seed
should use galloping words
to crush my second birth.

Flashback

Somewhere in the night
a man cries out for help
it echoes from wall to wall
and hangs in the darkness.

Somewhere in the night
a man returns to Vietnam
and a battle explodes in his head.

Somewhere in the night
a man hurls himself against the enemy
and then retreats into a fetal position.

Somewhere in the night
a man reaches out for help
and is strangled by the umbilical cord of red tape.

A Few Dimes

The light turned red
and there appeared
a man of despair
a few dimes
placed in his hand
brought forth
thank you and
God bless you.

How strange we journey
to strange lands
in search of the sacred
when a pilgrimage
through the streets of our city
can secure blessings from the soul.

The Eyes Of A Child

Behold the eyes of a child.
If you look closely
you will see
a parade of faces move before you
children of the world
encircling the globe
each one as precious as the other
color, culture, nor religion
cannot separate one from another.

If you see their eyes filled
with fear, hunger and despair
then be aware
that what you see
is a reflection of the children
around the world
for each is bound to the other
spiritually
for all eternity.

Everglades

Mountains may proclaim His presence
in their awe
but the everglades
reveal His presence in patience.

The Endless Void

With heightened highs
our spirit rides the galaxies
our minds the charioteers
tuned into the harmonics of the spheres
our senses span the endless void
no instruments to regulate our flight thru space
stopped in time
we transcend the fallacies of the mind
and silently streak thru barriers
resonating to an unknown
frequency.

Doors

There are many doors to heaven
but beware
the door you open
does not blind you in the dazzling light
and force you to flee
into the arms of insanity.

The Dancing Turtles

A hundred turtles danced on the tip of a pin
no one saw them except him
he laughed and carried on
until they were convinced he was mad
undisturbed
he watched a hundred turtles
dance on the tip of a pin.