Window Pain

Do you ever see cats sitting on the window

pane? Just watching the rain? Hearing

planes fly across the sky? Have you

seen people do the same? Looking out

the window wishing to fly like birds

without a care in the world. Much pain

resides inside broken bodies. Sorrow

lives behind lost eyes looking for a new

tomorrow. Rain slides down aged glass

just as teardrops fall from above.

All we need is love, but we need to love

ourselves before all: before all our tears

fall and our eyes dry out. I know you

want to shout. Take a deep breath. Step

away from that window pane. Go out-

side and look from the outside looking

in. Wave to the reflection in the window

and live your dream. Fly away and live.

There is so much love for you to give.

Killing Time

We are all just killing time.

Death to clocks. Another homicide.

Long and short hands. Falling sand

inside an hourglass. Surely, it won’t

last. Time isn’t on our side. We can’t

get it back. We are on the attack:

killing time. We are sometimes weak

as the minutes, days, and weeks fly

by. Sometimes, there’s no time to cry.

Some of us stay on standby when

dreams die. At times, our questions

become answers. Wallflowers become

dancers. We sit and wait until life

shows us another date. Time is

an illusion causing confusion.

Time is like magic. Some don’t believe

in it. Some know it exists. Some wish

it wasn’t real. Truth is, we all feel

some type of way, and we know

time is fleeting. We kill time

whether we know it or not.

It’s something that can’t be bought.

Kill time before time kills you.

There’s always something to do.

Out of Control

My mind may be out of control,

but the way I love makes it whole.

The confidence I lack doubles back,

but my feelings fend off any doubts.

My soul attacks intrusive thoughts.

My evolving perspective cools the jets

often too hot. Sometimes, it feels like

two people playing racquetball inside

my head. I can feel my body tense up.

My heart crashes against a worn chest.

What is out of control is out of my

control. No sense in worrying because

time is hurrying. No need to suffer twice.

The time will come and acceptance will

prevail. There are more seas to sail.

Out of control and into my soul. Life

will fall into place at the end of the race.

to the ones I miss

To the ones I miss, I hope
you get the gist. I still see
you in the mist. You are
in the shadows, inside my
mind. You are the time
that continues to tick.
You are the remedy that
heals the sick. I am fire
and you are the wick.
I am the tongue and you
the lick. You are the air
that I breathe: life I can’t
see. You are the breeze
that refuses to leave.
To the ones I miss, just
know that our love will
continue to grow. Now,
I feel more than I see
and I appreciate that
the ones I miss will
stay by my side still.

The Boogeyman

Once a night, the Boogeyman visits 
kids who stay up, kids who are bad, 
and kids who don’t believe. Under 
the bed and inside your head,  
the Boogeyman creeps around. 
The Boogeyman lurks without 
a sound. He hangs around. He 
waits for the perfect moment 
to become visible. He attacks 
in the dead of the night when 
the parents cut off the light. 
During the day, the Boogeyman 
takes the shape of a politician, 
a teacher, a secretary, a mom, 
a dad, a pastor, a police officer, 
or a homeless man under 
the bridge. The Boogeyman 
returns to his true form after 
he conforms. Beware of his 
gaze. Don’t make eye contact 
as it serves as an unwritten 
contract. Have no fear. Don’t 
be scared. All you need to be 
is aware. Sleep tight tonight. 
If something doesn’t feel right, 
get up and turn on the light.