I have some new posts at Musical Dreams and Angelic Dreams that you should check out if interested.  I have a lot on my plate but will hopefully be back to writing poetry within this year. I appreciate all my readers and hope that you all will enjoy the other two ‘connected’ blogs as well. Posts on Muscial Dreams is more of a daily life blog and reveals some insight into what I have been handling; along with my nerdy insights to topics I am interested in.  Angelic Dreams is where I like to post my short stories.  I am currently gathering information for a religious post on Musical Dreams.

Thank you all for reading and hope to see you ‘here’ soon.




tap tap tap

Sound asleep I was
When the tap tapping had begun
What could it be, this
Tap tapping I hear so loudly

The sound arose from
My window, it frightened me
Chilled me to my core
This tapping from a dead man….


my eyes do not know
how to look at you
the fire I started
surrounds my body
from within
it is comforting
while the waves
hit my feet
and disappear
how is it the clouds
know my pain
when all the world
can do is laugh
swim to me
come back to me
with the ease of the ancients
I know your soul
it bounces off my web
and settles
in the belly of giants


i cannot catch my breath
my hands, tied with blue shoelace
caught between a lie and a bruised ego
his laugh fills this hallway
causing the ocean to swirl
shoelace tightens on blackness
the doorway remains locked

a toe dipped in sand

brace yourself, the waves hit hard

confusion taken out to sea

the cart of life floating close to shore

a reminder of love felt




Shadowman dances on footsteps of old
Could these ancient sands be so bold
To imprint the day’s journey til wind blows
Shadowman dances til time slows
Shadowman lightens the wicker man’s load

Stop in the journey, memories to hold
Shadowman awaits in the cold
The ebb of this long journey flows and flows
Shadowman dances til time slows
Shadowman dances on footsteps of old

Hands held together in a gentle fold
Shadows break into a new mold
A glance over the shoulder quickly shows
Shadowman dances til time slows
Shadowman dances on footsteps of old


Knock, Knock

He knocked on the door

He knocked once more

He knocked like he had never

knocked before.

He kicked and he screamed

He came apart at the seams

And his eyes took on an

insane little gleam.

He pounded and shouted

He was deeply devoted

He wondered why on earth

he had ever doubted


When he kicked open the door

And his boot landed on the floor

Of a hallway so dark, it

chilled him to the core,

He shivered and moaned

The dark chilled his bones

The fear inside him had

grown and grown.

Yet he still stepped inside

Closed the door, couldn’t hide

It seemed the darkness is where

he would abide.

He closed his eyes to the pain

His life, all in vain

He knew how nothing would ever

be the same.

So, falling to his knees

He imagined a cool breeze

And ended his life so he

could finally be free.


National Hopeline Network 800-SUICIDE

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 800-273-TALK

Revenge of the Damned

heads outside my window
speaking the language of the dead
their voices strained with agony
their souls lost forever in the void
they seek retribution
they seek a change
from their tortured existence
their voices rise in harmony
cursing the one
who had damned them
cursing the one who laughed
at their misfortune
cursing he who thought
he ruled their world
their voices
lifted upon the air
and carried by the wind
reached the wicked one
he heard their chant and laughed
when blood flew from his mouth
when he fell to the ground
and his head
floated to the ones he damned
when they devoured him
his soul caught in limbo
as they now laughed
at him
relishing his taste
in their revenge
their spirits rose
and disappeared

this poem is expanded from a dream I had in 1989.
make of it what you will.
written 2011


Painting by Victoria Frances


I caught a sunbeam on it’s way down to the cellar.

It enchanted the air with tranquility

and warmed our hearts with joy.


A sunbeam to warm you,

A moonbeam to charm you,

A sheltering angel

so nothing can harm you.

~Irish Blessing