What’s on my mind?

The world can’t do without You,
You color it so nicely
The strokes of your
Carmel brush so gentle
But tickles the world
Until it cracks up.

On gloomy days,
Sad lonely nights
With starless skies
You color the world
Your humour the most
Friendly face on hard, rocky days.

The world can’t do without You
It’ll be so dark without
Your shine,
The world can’t do without You
It’ll be tasteless without your savour.

The world needs you to
The world needs your
Do the world a favor,
Be who you were sent
To be.

© 2023


A boy stared with sightless eyes at the starless sky

The smile across his neck would be pretty if it wasn’t bloodshot…

Like one of the many bristles of the brush, his head held ink, dark and red, ready to paint you a picture.

Of what dead hopes taste like on the tongue of hearts tired from trying

Just this morning his eyes held a song,
His knees said a prayer.

Someone lied to him, said there was salvation in the dead fingers of a nation’s anthem.
Told him to keep faith in the green-white-green textile

He came out with a song, just this morning…

So now the boy gazes.
Undead eyes pregnant with horror.

There are missing pages in his story. Hungers never spoken.

And today, we offer paltry libations of honor, to the heroes whose mangled bodies paint our history.