Waltz Footprints in Snow
Care to dance a new waltz renew,
or drift back
to those old vintage footprints−
waltz with me
footprints in snow
fog covering over old snow.
Rose Petals in a Dark Room
I’m but a poet of this ministry,
rose petals in a dark room fall.
Everyone’s life is a conflict.
But mine is mastery of light and neon night
and I walk behind
these footsteps of no one.
Rain
In the rain,
this thunder
on his way home
he rebelled.
He a disco dancer,
High school dropout.
Even Jesus
Even Jesus suffers from the poor,
feels lonely on winter moon distant planets,
don’t torture Him. Let me drive you home.
Old Mack dump truck,
hear these sounds,
new records on this old radio.
Poetry Man
Death still comes in the shadow of grief,
hides beneath this blanket of time,
in the heat, in the cold.
Hold my hand on this journey
you won’t be the first, but
you may be the last.
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