Stand firm, hold the ground, let courage strengthen you; lions roar only when necessary, choosing battles before war creates division. Sermons call to arms willing souls bound for glory under the flag. Worthy causes stir the need to deliver for the sake of honor and faith focusing the light on the good and just.
THIEVES MOON Suspended brightly like a pirates one remaining eye a thieves moon splashes waves of light onto the graveyard. Tilted monuments speak fondly of forgotten names and long past dates as they lay beneath branches acting as arms. Voices huddle on the tongues of wagging leaves whispering tales in darkness where gossip lives under … More THIEVES MOON
A face on a flag, the wind gives it voice. Steam from the day retires nights grasp. Horns and lights, the blood of cities, pull at the weak. People envy the closure of circles, the place where end is welcomed and faces are familiar. Lights breathe onto crowded shorelines where people … More RESTLESS
A hard breath parts the dust on her working hands as she repairs the soil for seeds in the season ripe to plant, in rows where hope is watered and faith realized, in the life garden, the section she owns, moving and rising the mounds waiting for vines and plants under the tides of her … More BETWEEN SEASONS
Hidden in the narrow path we take are a life of words like vines twisting we reach and choose improving by expression, the hope of blending in. But without direction our internal light fades, our steps become entangled altering our direction and creating within a shadow without form. If we follow by prayer … More NARROW PATHS
Day sheds its skin. The low bass of time moves daylight to its end. Streets open their hands to my arms and feet. Low light. Last light puddles. Dusk coughs a last breath. Night paints faces with shadows. Windows shut. Whispers find corners where promises are broken. Hats tip and collars rise. A cool breeze … More NIGHT WALK
I’ve shadowed my youth with arms raised, dancing the full aroma of summer while my feet discover unknown paths. My skin feeds on the colors of day as I melt with warm sand near waters of Egyptian green and blue; I strike the surface with stones. I have the memories of days … More EGYPTIAN NIGHT
Ears grasped for the message in her sound dripping hard and heavy with soul preaching a righteous pain she earned from long nights and bad kisses where tired eyes and wrong desires begged for the shelter of a soft shoulder listening to broken dreams rupturing from the darkness of her … More EARNING THE PAIN
It’s not by coincidence that paths fulfill a dream, a first step with thoughts alive, the challenge fights to go. Many ways consume our lives shaping the person we become, the people we meet, family and friends and the walls that we call home. There is a path, … More THE PATH
From the chairs faces brightly shine like early Sunday clothed to watch and rightly bathed in song and word like baptisms sprinkled fresh over righteous hungry souls. Her jazzy words float like flowers cast on oceans where souls rest far below where lonely ears patiently wait to be freed. … More HER JAZZY VOICE
Roger Singer 