Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

A choice; It all starts with a choice. The country steams toward the precipice and when they, the carnal, the God-less, the ravenous hoard finally release the scream that precedes the fall, they beg to be saved. And "no". there will be no saving grace. You have lit and kicked the very lantern that burns your country, your sovereign nation. An all-consuming cancer that spreads insidiously through what's "the in-thing" and popular and cool. You don't realize the danger, or maybe you just don't care.
The world is a rabid dog and all we do through legislation is "wipe away the drool," to quote a brillian mind. We are not fighting the blemishes. We're picking the zits 'till they bleed and scar over. Leaves an ugly mark, it does. Like so many others.
Marriage. How vintage. It only keeps the bastards in the sack. There is no other purpose. SO says a self-proclaimed "fantastic father". Why call is marriage? Why not a unity?
I am ashamed of my country and all it stands for, the crime within, the lack of a soul. humanity is only a word as the Constitution is only a piece of paper is no one rises up to defend it. Who rose up to remove God or A god from the Constitution and all else? Was it one or many? When did justice become only a word and "civil rights" was a free pass to enjoy any carnal pleasure? Trees and rivers are given "personhood" status. May i marry one? Are animals next? Polygamy? Will that be acceptable? When the disabled are paid pennies on the dollar because they work slower, we slip further down the slope into the volcano. When we forget the mistakes of empires past staring us in the face with their ruinous eyes, we fade, also, like so many fire-burned portraits. We really need to wake up and learn the meaning of morality, ethics and values. Otherwise, we're bound to become like any other animal. Primal, Savage, Inhuman.

As each day passes, it feels less and less like a fairy tale and more and more like cinderella woke up and realized it was a dream. She took a wrong turn in her glass slippers and lost her way. You were right. Something changed. I repainted our mural with cheap paint. I never used primer. It was not set right. I stepped out of us and I could not step back in. My fire for you has turned to smoldering embers. You said if I chose to leave again, you wouldn't stop me. Please don't. I have been unfaithful despite all my words in their entirety, living now to no longer bring you dishonor. I havent the fire I used to have. And now despite your love I must release you. I ask you to forgive me. Please.

The coma of night
When the city twinkles
And all are sleeping,
I walk the streets in silence.

There is a rare sound
Of tires on macadam and then
It is gone.

Only street cleaners, 7/11 clerks and nurses
And others like me,
Only they whisper through human existence
Invisible to the fickle human eye
But like the mouse,
I vanish into a silent and dead
City of night.
The phantom in your midst.

I remember that day I longed for you standing in the rain but you never came an the letter you put in my pocket I never got the chance to read must of washed away I really would of like to know what you had said it's still hunts me it's funny how love go's that way I would of follow you too the end of the world but you just wanted to play I ended up getting a cold that day soaked to the bone standing all alone as you went astray in a fabrication of reality you washed away but like a repress dream upon my shores repeating in my head forever more

"I'll send icy cold through to your bone."
"What's that you say,
you don't like my tone?"

"It's Winter now, the time of chill,
freezing weather that helps me kill"

"You'll feel the full force of my breath,
and my only aim is your death"

"So wrap up warm, as I like a fight,
if I don't get you now,
wait till the night"

"My constant force will take its toll,
and come the morn, I will have your soul"

"I'll persevere and never abate,
I need your demise to fully sate"

"Evil resides deep in my heart,
you knew you'd lose right from the start"

"Come Spring my attitude will change,
I'll be warmer then, it will feel strange,
At that time it's life I'll bring,
but right now, that's not my thing"

"Hand in hand with 'Death' I walk
so enough, enough, of this talk."

"You can't escape me any more,
I'll even creep under your door,
lock me out, not a chance,
watch the curtains, as they dance"

"On my shoulders I bring disease,
and spread it about as I please.
So final words from you my friend,
as I have decided,
this is your end."

Some days are good
others bad
Sometimes I'm happy
but mostly sad

I remember times
that went before
The regrets come forth
more and more

The things I wish
that I had done
Life could surely
have been more fun

But what the hell
get a grip
In my life
this is just a blip

Tomorrow again
the sun will shine
Then everything
will be just fine

You are my guiding light, a star, a child.!!
Your spirit in me, you were to be my destiny.!!
You showed me strength, no weakness, just understanding.!!
In my thoughts always, never leaving.!!
Though torn apart, always in my heart.!!
Until my end, then re-united.!!

For my lost angel

Bobbie’s mom was preparing, in her mind
The scenario she wanted to present to Sr. Elizabeth,
That she had just finished saying the rosary
And hoped she would feel better after having done so.
Also that she had to catch the next bus

It was not difficult to see the puzzled but determined olok kin sisters’ face, Truly a social smile, forced at that.The ability of this nun to see clearly through false presentations in others
Never entered Bobbie’s mother’s mind, it was part of her
Superior sense of being. No one knew anything but her.
Siste\r Elizabeth’ smile consisted of a pleasant gritting of the teeth.



Her face was set flush within a black mesh bonnet,
A Bow tied neatly beneath her chin. \
A long, white cotton apron fixed to her chest with common pins
Overlay ed a long black dress that reached just above
he arch of a pair f black granny shoes
The notes of her bouncy step..

“I feel much better when I am spontaneous,
Because it comes from the heart”
An inspiring truth by the Dalai Lama
This is the way it should be
Living our lives by our hearts and moving free
Wise words truly soulfully smart
Freeing us from complications and trauma

But our spontaneity is used against us
The monsters wait for the butterfly to flit
Grabbing their bit
Gremlins hide causing innocence a fit
Evil lurks waiting for the free spirit
Sadly, we must admit

In a world of control, rules and rigidity
Being spontaneous has no validity
Instead we act the role of an adjutant
Forgetting about complete abandonment

Guarded, we only wish for the skies of blue
Which deepens our desire to pass through
Sometimes we break under the continued strain
Of desiring spontaneity only to retreat and refrain
Arcane knowledge spinning and tightening the chain
We still enlist caution as we try to rush forward
Spontaneity as the ideal to work toward

The monsters, gremlins and naysayers
Doomsayers, purveyors and soothsayers
Hide around the corners of society
Creating anxieties of a fearful variety
Assuring our role as supporting players
In the dark tragedy of human drama

Dearest Dalai Lama
We are kept at bay
Matters of our heart falling into disarray
Safely we keep our motions very guarded
And our spontaneous love nature disregarded

Secretly policing our own freedom
Devoid of a reality or any wisdom
Making spontaneous actions fearful
Bringing emotions that are tearful
Committing crimes against humanity
Combining treachery with insanity

So that acting from our heart
Spontaneously
Slowly and steadily falls apart
Becoming mostly gripped by fear
Simultaneously

The dualist traditions posit a heaven and hell, but their own sacred texts insinuate that these are states within a person, and not spatially located 'out there'.

No one has ever really been 'out there' anyway; our accumulated knowledge about it comes from information collected by our senses. That information is then processed, or 'understood', in a certain way which influences and largely determines everything we do in response. Because of this, our opinions about 'out there' have a very direct effect upon 'out there', so much so that one could say how much it thrives or malfunctions is CAUSED by what all of us CHOOSE TO THINK.

This is a responsibility of unbearable proportions. Even as I write this, if I were to believe it 100%, my mind could not bear the implications. This, I think, ...is why I and we don't really want to know 'the truth'. Thus, the 'hell' of unredeemed, incompletely processed information that Creation supplies us with suffers, incapable of ever ascending to the redemption of a 'heaven' which is its birthright.

Aviva Zornberg suggested in a recent book of hers that the biblical tree 'of Good and Evil' could also be translated as something like 'of what is and is not preferred'. By preferring only some of the specific information that we each are uniquely competent to understand and 'elevate', but ignoring or hiding from what we would rather not have to deal with, I and we CAUSE the continued imbalance and damage of Creation.

This can be a bitter pill to swallow. Or I suppose it could be like milk and honey? It may very well be that I even have a choice about whether the unpleasant can actually 'taste' pleasant. It may be that my opinions really matter, whether I like it or not