Canvas

(Now words written some months back more urgent then ever)!

Trumpet call to action,
sans...

I stand before you in the purist form there is
All scars, all wounds
Heart on my sleeves...

The dead
Returning
To the ground
The ground
Walking head down
Slipping...

no shortage of familiar metier real
(material) aye attest
welling up within thy breast...

Stations of the Cross
By the Lord’s path
He leadeth thy brothers and sisters
Out of...

most instances when i initially seat
myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
an...

Woodbury, new jersey home to me self since birth
my very late mother (bless her long departed soul...

The sun goes down,
As night closes in,
But daylight soon back,
Where it sets again...

oft times ('specially
these latter un-sainted days and nights)
death doth haunt me zeitgeist...

Soaring past the eyes of the dweller ,
Everything seems to be so hazy,
Blurred images of a...