Music plays but I do not hear

Rhythms of the road softly lull

Talk fades into the distance

Fresh Air

When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?


Today has taken a toll

Tomorrow holds promise

Yesterday will never change

Silent House

Tears of others used as a whetstone tool

Sharpened tongue precisely placed

Simple Act

Tears of hope roll down my dry cheeks


Actions speak louder then any words, even a four lettered one