Searching for significance,
One finds the bloody trail
Leading to a sea of bones
Along the eastern shore.
In the end there's no defense
For something that must fail,
As politicians work the phones
To dredge up one vote more.

All great ideas eventually,
Besieged, must turn to those
Who make a livelihood of death
And cherish what is real.

For greatness, large or small, must be
A burden that bestows
Upon these loose-limbed lords of breath
A wound time cannot heal.

So did you die of history,
Each innocent of dogma dead,
Purloined to play in some fool's head
The drama of his destiny.
Even in your hapless herds,
Miracles to men unmoved,
Being loved as you were loved,
Even thus, you were but words.
Reason seeks what reason knows.
Each alone must bridge the gulf,
Loving all as if oneself,
Else blood with reason endless flows.
Vanquished, you must still live on,
Each murdered soul a monument,
Nor what you mean be what you meant,
The private to the public gone,
Held long as letters carved in stone.

Pass over me, dear Lord, please pass me by.
Attend not to the fortune of my fate.
Spare me not, nor crush me. Let me be
Servant only to my willing heart.
Open not your gates, nor oceans part.
Vest not laws and covenants in me.
Each soul must choose the valor of its state:
Return to myth that I might truly die.

Peace is not the product of despair.
An army's most invincible least used.
Strength engenders weakness when abused,
Serving best by merely being there.
One conquers in the end by being just,
Vanquishing the conscience with the right.
Each child that's passed over in the night
Restores just one-half bullet's worth of trust.

Listen to the poem
as it sings its song
of unbridled love for the reader
Hey there
You with the poem in your eyes
Can't you see
how I miss you?
Every day my heart goes out
into the world searching for you
I mean the real you
& not the descriptions I have
of you in my head

When you touch me
all the angels in my body
break into song
When you leave the music dies
My heart is crying only
to be pointed in your direction
I sense the light of love in your eyes
& disappear into anything
you happen to be looking at
Without you
I'm an empty flame
with nothing to burn
I want only you to read me

Hell is where we come apart
& squeeze out a few desperate lines
I don't rely on threats
to keep me going
I just keep you in mind
I may only be as clear as you make me
but no matter how hard you look
I can't be a mirror
if you don't see yourself
No poem can live without a reader
& I can't last a moment without you
calling me back to life

Twas the night before Baghdad
And all through the base
Not a heartbeat was silent
Not a smile on one face

The soldiers at attention
Fists raised in the air
Saddam is a monster!
We must all go there!

So we loaded our planes
With our guns and our tanks
And we sent all the soldiers
To Kuwaits outer banks

From Kuwait, from Turkey
From Saudi and more
With battering rams
We knocked on his door

The Fedayin heard
All the military clatter
And ran to Saddam
To ask what was the matter

Don't worry he said
With a heartening ring
They financed my reign
They won't do this thing

We bombed all the buildings
Til the fires were glowing
While Baby Bush yelled
Keep the oil pipes flowing!

He should be a magician
Our Baby Bush, cuz you see
He created the biggest illusion
The WMD's

He lied to us all
About terror and pain
When all that he's after
Is monetary gain

For Daddy, and Barbara
And Baby Bush too
There is no such thing
As too much oil revenue

Some people believe
That it's for our own good
To bomb and to kill
To shed innocent blood

They sleep in their beds
Oblivious to lies
While we who have wakened
Hear bloodcurdling cries

Cries of our fathers,
Our brothers and sons
Sent to fight in a war
That cannot be won

We liberated them!
Our Baby Bush chimes
That is why they attack us
Time after time

With Christmas upon us
He steps up his work
Of campaigning again
The self serving jerk!

He'll don his flight suit
He'll have all his fun
Wishing Merry Christmas! Keep fighting!
And to all....Duck and Run!

Wedding Poems