Life without meaning
cannot be borne.
We find a mission
to which we’re sworn
– or answer the call
of Death’s dark horn.
Without a gleaning
of purpose in life,
we have no vision,
we live in strife,
– or let blood fall
on a suicide knife.


My muse is calling

I must answer once more

to get it all out

my life before.


To live

To Laugh

To Love,

that can’t be all.


I must go

Answer the call.

before I slip

Before I fall


It’s three in the morning

and again

I must write.

Before my tired body

lets me rest

for the night.


The coyotes are howling

out my window fore

sending chills down my spine

down to the floor.


so I better say goodnight

and make sure my cat is at the door.