"A Freeverse Experiment"
why am i here
waiting
to find out
why
i act
the way
i do
sometimes
its almost like
i'm not me
but someone who
i watch with disgust.

"The Brackeesh"
Down in the caves
way down and deep
where stalagmite blades
Shear rocky sheep
Black bats fly
and blind frogs leap
Down where people do not go
for Its home to the Brackeesh they know

The brackeesh are an evil lot
their eyes are red as coals
their minds are filled with wicked thoughts
their mouths hold teeth as big as rolls
they have no claws
each paw's a boulder
their prey they liek to crush
with body cool and feet much colder
they stomp their supper into mush

once men tried to fight the brackeesh
tried to defeat them
but if a man came into one's reach
it'd just grap and eat him
The men dropped their fighting
and sealed the caverns
the last believers of what i am writing
are found inside the taverns

I wonder if theyre still down there
i wonder if they're hating
and though most people do not care
i wonder if they're waiting.

"Sojourner"
Home to the back of me,
Enemies attackin' me,
More miles left to go,
Just let the wild wind blow,
And let the wild wind blow.

Enemies in back of me,
Hope they lose track of me,
Might lose them in the snow,
And still the wild winds blow,
Just let the wild winds blow.

Now I am running free,
Foes have lost track of me,
But still I can't walk slow,
Because the wild winds blow,
And yet the wild winds blow.

A haven in front of me,
Beside a glassy sea,
No longer shall I roam,
No more shall wild winds blow,
Thus ends the wild wind's blow.

"Firetower"
a fire tower on a rocky hill
built of steel and wood
rising like a single tall tree in the thin air
watching the green trees below
searching for a pinprick of red light
the sign of danger to the forest
the rain has long been needed
the ponds are drying up
so the fire tower sits, watching
and ready to sound the alarm

"Soldier's Thought's"
In the dull green tents they wonder,
Thoughts of those who have gone under,
Under water, under rain,
Under shadow, under pain,
Never to be seen again.

Flying through the ari they think,
Of their others on the brink,
One thinks of his murdered brother,
The next about his aged mother,
As they cross the sky like thunder.

And the men upon the sea,
Have there thoughts that will not flee,
They fear the silent submarine,
And wish to walk the lands of green,
And when will there loved ones be seen?

The thoughts of those who fight the war,
Upon some different, distant shore,
Are mirrored by those who 'r not abroad,
And often prayed, upon home sod,
Their loved ones spared, by hand of God.

SUMMER RHYME
school is out
and here is summer
dont get bored
cause thats a bummer
someone please by me a Hummer
thats like a jeep
but more tough
now i think i've said enough

Guardian

a car came screeching down the street
I thought my Maker I would meet
It's sudden stop let me survive
God's angels have kept me alive

my ship broke on a rugged sea
no doubt it was the end of me
and just before I gave up hope
the rescue boat threw me a rope

an engine coughs, propeller dies
and in the rear, a small child cries
but 'fore it smashes quickly down
the plane pulls out, now safe and sound

a man inside a tower tall
he feels it's shudder, than it's fall
he did get out, but doesn't know
why he's not still trapped below

you ask me "where is God and his angels
why don't they prevent death's strangles?"
but in response, I simply say
"look around, They do each day"