A man went for a stroll down memory lane



Tripped and stumbled



Fell on past pain



Face first—down a dark hole



The further he fell–the darker it got



Finally hit bottom,just like a rock



Silent voice in the darkness:



“Just stay there and lay still”



Memories start flashing through his mind like a dream



It hurts and its painful



He says: “why did this happen to me?”



Silent voice… Continue

The voice of reason is a lonely buoy floating upon the seas of ignorance and opinion.

Waves of hate-and-malice crashing into it day and night.

Yet the buoy remains.

Ever diligent in its effort to keep the sailors out of harms way.

Poetry by: Raymond Woodard

Some nights



I find it hard to sleep



When inside



Empathetic-Notions creep



Too many perceptions



Of egregious social disease



Pontificating the possible cures



Visions of a happy world



Get up and run outside



Scream my thoughts



From atop the tallest tree



Hearing nothing but echo



It sets in



No one is listening



But me



Others don't get… Continue

We are all born with a gift



It is intended to be shared



Stop listening to the talking heads



Pretending like you don’t care



It is instilled in us–just like stardust from above



It is one simple word



That word is (love)



Take this word out into the world and share it



Together we can all make life much less scary



There is too much hate



An overabundance of greed



Dividing the… Continue

Way down deep–in a pit of despair

Lay pessimistic notions

Telling you that no one cares

Cynical tirades–writhe with self loathing lust

Loving to hate life–a brainbowl full of rust

Nobody put you there

It was you alone

Leave forever you must now

Before it becomes your home


Poetry by: Raymond Woodard