The Shadow Knows

Though voiceless,
its outline screams at me
As if with a lowered head,
the sense of sorrow overwhelms me
Why should this being keep company
with a spry teller of make-believe?
A honed talent caused the weeping and
the grinners to seek my blessing
After words, their lives were changed
If only for a moment
But why is truth a necessity 
when peace and harmony calls?
It creeps towards me
and my name melts 
with whatever mortal sin I committed
it reminds me of a childhood friend
who would smile when I was chastised
for being myself
imagining better, softer times
in a welcoming world of bliss
Who will tell my stories when I can’t?
The price we pay for companionship
often comes with a penalty
For maybe the debt was paid too soon

To Say That

I want to say that

Everyone’s a winner

But that wouldn’t be true

At least

The way I want to tell you

And show you

How much truth there is

Would you even care?

I don’t really care

Because I can honestly say

I want to say that

Everyone’s a winner

But that wouldn’t be true

At least

The way I want you to hear it

From the mouths of babes

Virginal to delicate handling

Of something so delicate

But then you’d break something


And again

Until any love left would be numb

To have succumbed

To the fact that

You can have worthless lessons

In life

And that

One experience can cost a life

And a life can cost


And in the end

It is the one who was loved the most

That wins

For to have wanted to love

wins second place


I just wanted to say that

The Eyes…

Can you see

what evil sees?

Be they green, blue, hazel

 grey, brown

Sitting superior to a grimace

misconstrued as a smile

In front of an intellect that preys

the prey will pray before him

Below him

Above him

No less preying

Slaying with grandeur swiftly

And constantly


to not delude

Shiny glittery magical

mystical trinkets only masked by

 pinny dolls

But they don’t see

what evil sees

Only doing what it is told

Hands on the warm-blooded


The lids only closed in times

 of pleasure

Devoid of sounds

Grimacing above the menacing

Menacing while grimacing


even with an audience who performs


confessionals, rituals in closets

And trust does see what evil sees

Though stupidity overshadows