underneath these tides

a pull, the sea is calling

answer cautiously, this sea

drowns it’s prisoners

only the free have forgot

these tides, this pull, is calling



“So close … no matter how far” -Metallica

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Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you. Psalm 9:10

O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. Psalm 63:1

The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him,
to the one who seeks him;
it is good to wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord. Lamentations 3:25-26

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23

All our enemies have opened their mouths
wide against us.
We have suffered terror and pitfalls,
ruin and destruction. Lamentations 3:46-47

Lord, you have heard their insults,
all their plots against me—
what my enemies whisper and mutter
against me all day long.
Look at them! Sitting or standing,
they mock me in their songs.
Pay them back what they deserve, Lord,
for what their hands have done.
Put a veil over their hearts,
and may your curse be on them!
Pursue them in anger and destroy them
from under the heavens of the Lord. Lamentations 3:61-66

The Hourglass

This horror poem was written in 1993.  It was accepted in 1995 for publication after my teacher helped me edit it. My father, thinking it was a “scam”, didn’t allow me to sign the authorization papers and send them back in..but being the hopeful writer – I still hold joy in the fact that something I wrote when I was 12 was good enough to be published.

Painting by Michael Whelan

The night grows dark around me

The hourglass runs low

The thing I see surrounds me

I have nowhere else to go

The thing I see grows nearer

I’ve nowhere else to go

The shape of it grows clearer

The hourglass runs low

The night grows bright around me

The shape before me clears

It’s him – the one who hurt me

 Author of all my fears

He laughs and tries to grab me

I’ve nowhere else to go

Screaming – I’ll never be free

The hourglass runs low

My thoughts – turn on a whim

I see what I’m here for

Blood everywhere – I killed him

Hourglass is no more.


Painting by Michael Whelan

Can you hear me calling? Whispering?


Whisper softly so I may hear your name, your voice, and sing along to it’s melancholic melody. Whisper softly so I may look into your soul and see your grace .. your love .. and your honor.


Can you hear the sound of your soul dying? Or does it whisper to you from across the room? In the stillness of night, I cry out your name. Do you hear my grief? Do my thoughts sound like screams in your mind? Do you understand my confusion and my fear? In the stillness of night I hear you calling. I roll over, but you are not there. I open my eyes, but I cannot see you. My chaotic thoughts are the fuel that feeds your fire; they are the food that fills your empty stomach.

written August 21-22, 2009

slightly edited today


No poem today..

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do you see a door

there is a door, I saw it

it is in my mind



pathway to the sea

my toes dig into the sand

I hear you calling



this secret doorway

seen only by Queen’s decree

contains life’s sweet dreams



in the silence of this hall

I hear only one thing

the soft rush of the sea

as it meets the waiting shore

I tilt my head in longing

and breathe the deepest sigh

then spin myself in a circle

arms down at my side

I step onto the warm sand

from the doorway in my mind

I sprint towards the sea

leaving fear behind

I splash into the water

fall onto my back and float

the sea pulling me further out

white clouds floating serenely by

I float until the stars say hi

then calmly step back through the doorway

into the silence of this hall

to smile

and be at peace


Voice of the Raven

Memory breeds in me strange loneliness. ~ William Herbert Carruth

I think I’m dead and a ghost

Of what I was before

Now I am not one to boast

I think I’m dead and a ghost

Travelling up the green coast

Tap-tapping on death’s door

I think I’m dead and a ghost

Of what I was before



I found myself at a loss for words

On that brisk December morn

Something was wrong with my vocal chords

I found myself at a loss for words

They must have been cut with a sharp sword

That soothing voice I will mourn

I found myself at a loss for words

On that brisk December morn



~ to be swallowed whole by this monstrosity ~

Butterfly at my window

Look not upon me with sadness

For I am still cocooned


tiny crow feathers

lying on a barren path

bring color to dust


so I caught a train to Aberdeen

to see a rock show in the snow

it’s the best show i had ever seen

so I caught a train to Aberdeen

I watched the snow fall through the screen

thinking fondly of E.A. Poe

so I caught a train to Aberdeen

to see a rock show in the snow


a silent heart

hears only the things

it’s life whispers

as it passes through

its clear blue veins


i have no face she says

this wicked embrace it ties

my hopes and dreams they lie

in wait for me to claim them



I look out the window of my soul

I no longer see your face hiding there

how many days have passed

since the shadow of your soul

has left my mind?

my heart spills over, and, oh!

how the tears fall unexpected on this tired face!

will this relief last


are you mocking me with your disappearance?

what images await my soul

now that the stranger


missing in action

my heart rejoices while my soul

cries for more

– my soul! –

written 29 January 2012


Raindrops evaporate, stillness arrives

The darkness of the world has come alive

Where has hope hidden its reign

How will the ones left behind survive

When the darkness does enchain

And all love and all peace have been deprived

Raindrops evaporate, stillness arrives


In the stillness, monsters have come alive

Devouring dark souls, seeing this I’ve

Hidden on the midnight train

My breaths shallow and meant to revive

All the existence lived thus far in vain

Who will hear these men, and give them shrive

The darkness of the world has come alive


How will the ones left behind survive

When the darkness does enchain

The darkness of the world has come alive

Raindrops evaporate, stillness arrives