The world has

Failed to be

A safe place

It’s innocence lost

Replaced instead with

Selfishness and despair

A barren place

Occupied by the

Damned who wander

Aimlessly ignorantly and

Painfully absent of

Even fond memories

Husks of what

They once were

Simply coldly forgotten

Content instead of

Heaping noxious travesties

Designed to fuel

Their flames of

Hopelessness upon the

Living that have

Barricaded themselves behind

The ever eroding

Walls of hope

Fear not being

One of the

Damned for those

Devastated souls do

Not read poetry

WantsNeeds (for Melkwan)

Recognizing wants isn’t

Enough giving to

Those that ask

Isn’t either for

Most ask for

What they want

Ignoring their needs

Generosity is temporary

Kindness on the

Other hand speaks

The language of

Love cutting through

The selfishness of

Wants be kind

To someone who

Expects nothing and

Fill their needs

Silently without fanfare

This is godliness


And once upon

A time there

Was a great

Oak tree mighty

And strong with

A canopy so

Large that it

Gave shadow to

A 200 head

Herd every afternoon

And in its

Thicket of leaves

One could hear

Delicate giggles as

The early Autumn

Wind blew there

Prompting the browning

Leaves to jump

Like children atop

Wooden sleds landing

Down below or

Even far away

As Winters first

Snow danced like

Drunken revelers swirling

And teasing there

Remained one last

Leaf above clinging

To its branch

Thinking that it

Had been forgotten

When in truth

All it was

Was different and

Being different is

By far the

Loneliest thing in

The world when

Viewed by others

When in fact

Being that one

Last leaf alone

Gave it a

Freedom to be

Itself uniquely strong

Being different requires

That much strength

To hold on