When No One Was Looking

he stood amidst the ruins of the city

a warrior raised with no pity

when no one was looking

a tear welled up in his eye

for all the men who had to die

she was as tough as could be

a corporate climber making money

but when no one was looking

she would cry

tired of being the bad “guy”

he was a professional fighter

who wanted to be a writer

when no one was looking

he proved he had what it took

and wrote a book

Who Cares?

c’mon, let’s be real

who cares about trivial facts

that are supposed to be a big deal?

a Hollywood star has a baby

whose name fans say is crazy

the royal family visited a park

and the children thought it a lark

the latest study found

that marmots are proud

the trending activity

is oversensitivity

c’mon…who cares

about millionaires?

or conspiracies?

or political memes

with hateful themes?

Who cares what others do?

As long as they don’t hurt you?

or ruin your day

and take something away?

who cares about others

unless their brothers or mothers?

who cares about anything at all

however big and however small?

That Little Voice

my earliest memory was a little voice

that told me I had a choice

I could pick good or bad

tell the truth or lie

and be happy or sad

I was free to decide

whether to be nice or snide

that little voice is still with me

and will be as far as I can foresee


Desert of Deceit

Burnt sands cover the liescape stretching between truth and deceit buried deep in a person’s mind. A desert of deceit. Unhindered by any convention, yet still possessing a conscience that sometimes asks questions about morality and sensuality.

Falsehoods, like scorpions and snakes, strike swiftly in the seething sands of a liar’s mind whose mission is to deceive. The liar’s soul, burnt by dwelling in the bronzed wasteland of duplicity, is shriveled and crispy.

There are those who dwell in this sandy hell by choice. Content to wander dunes of deceit. Content to live a lie. Content to vilify. Souls that were born bone dry. For these nomads in society, I have no pity.

Getting Real

our society has phonies to the left and right

truth is shunned and kept out of the limelight

getting real in these chaotic times is no easy task

everyone in the country is hiding behind a mask

deciding what is right or wrong is a real chore

it’s difficult to know who to abhor or adore

getting real is becoming harder every day

because people worry about what to say

it takes confidence and purpose to get real

sometimes it also takes nerves of steel