There will be 
a reckoning and
when that trumpet 
sounds will you 
be on the side
of those who 
listened with empathy 
or will you 
remain selfishly deaf
to another’s misery 
for only the 
ears of kindness 
will ever be 
able to hear
the horns call
I pray for 
your cold souls 
for your eternal 
despair will go 
silent and unanswered 
just as the 
wails of those 
whom you ignored 
in the name 
of your money 

I fell in love 
again later in life 
and it caught me 
by surprise it wasn’t 
anyone who I’d expected 
I spent so much 
of my life loving 
others that I never 
gave myself a chance 
to simply love one 
that one is me

Me pebble 
once stone 
before rock
and part
of mountain 
like sliver 
once plank
before limb
and part
of tree
shaped carved
whittled down 
becoming less
yet more 
for those 
things unseen 
are frequently 
most irritating 

Interesting this reflection 
lacking of reference 
and refinement refusing 
could it be 
had it been 
as I stare
into the abyss 
that my life 
has slowly become 
an erotic erosion 
started by tiny
trickles of desire 
and ending here
in this pool
of blank despair 
so where’d they
go all these
that when this 
were never that

Snippets here 
bits there
crackles and 
pops on 
some line
that leads
to nowhere 
gauzy half
veiled memories 
dusty things
what I’ve 
come to 
imagine Heaven 
is like 
when trying 
to remember 
life here 
now gone 
and of
little use 
such are
the shadows 
of love