12/31/15

connecting anew
a banquet for the senses
timeless devotion

12/30/15

not satisfied yet
thinking about the morrow
revisiting me

12/29/15

exit on my mind
real rest after exhaustion
paints a new picture

12/28/15

the thunder of drums
a chastisement in my soul
god calling me home

12/27/15

will morn ever come
hold the storm in abeyance
rainbows after rain

12/26/15

in forgetfulness
oblivion trumps her angst
rest for the wicked

12/25/15

silent night holy night
the entire world asleep
pray allow me rest

12/24/15

caught me by surprise
in awe of mother's disdain
oh my broken heart

12/23/15

author of my days
now fears me as enemy
betrayal supreme

12/22/15

to be so fearful
screaming her angst in the night
'tis no kind of life

12/21/15

scratching at the door
'tis it olde nick or saint nick
will i let him in

12/20/15

threads that run so true
the tapestry of friendship
bind my broken heart

12/19/15

the kindness of friends
yule season a reminder
my heart runs over

12/18/15

nod nap rest respite
in the arms of morpheus
lay me down to sleep

12/17/15

one more sleepless night
the end is certainly near
not for her for me

12/16/15

screams of yesteryear
pleading cries for sympathy
echoes of sorrow

12/15/15

to drink, not to drink
the pros and cons of imbibing
oblivion yes

12/14/15

margarita dreams
alleviating my charge
tequila and lime

12/13/15

finding none of it
thought it 'twas me 'round the bend
seeking sanity

12/12/15

the good book promised
wash your sins as white as snow
include patience please

12/11/15

bad lesser than worst
a night of superlatives
est  at large

12/10/15

await questions asked
endless night keening mother
questions unanswered

12/09/15

core of life amiss
the walking weak walking dead
oh my broken heart

12/08/15

in my soul and mind
night cries of angst and anguish
deeply imbedded

12/07/15

momentary friend
a gift most unexpected
i the receiver

12/06/15

of days and nights lost
alas not any younger
is there no reward

12/05/15

practice surrender
advice from the sage of yore
not my bailiwick

12/04/15

peace at any cost
payment for its costly price
not within my grasp

12/03/15

i did not know me
the me before my own court
the me under fire

12/02/15

a reprieve from self
a state of mind most holy
practice more often

12/01/15

rage as a weapon
the death of soul not body
fear a state of mind

11/30/15

no sleep days and nights
renders me less than thankful
still i am thoughtful

11/29/15

on the day after
reflection may be the path
to seek contentment

11/28/15

in a three year space
there's naught to be thankful for
so not true not true

11/27/15

i would slash my wrists
if committing suicide
gave an hour's rest