W.Jude Aher
where Art touches Poetry and puts the united states literary world to shame!
Just a Poet; Never just!
by: Jackie Aher
"I cry my Poet Tears across all my country's Greed andHate!"
forever
old
dream
on
as
water wishes
walks
it’s echoes
down
those
empty streets
where
music and a black
night
fall
before your feet
music
dreams
as
you walk on
alone
and yet not lonely
tearless
forever
old
mark
your journey
paint
your feet
with
the drumming of
your
heart
tomorrow
is the veil
across
your eyes
seeing
your shadow
silence
is the music
in
drift where
wind
crosses
the
empty streets
playing
time games
calling
forth your
final
defeat
feet
walking with
no
retreat
the
silence in-between
do
i hear a clock
ticking
away my time
or
is
it just a roll of dice
sounding
across my wooden
floor
this
sound is playing
against
my soul
do
i listen
to
the calls of silence
to
its soft calls
where
the universe
walks
without sound
where
time is marked
only
by its echo
leaving
empty space
in-between
where
i dare to rest
before
the call
- jude
everybody
knows
the
emperor has new clothes
as
he stands and parades
naked
as can be
it
is what any
thinking
person can see
who
is this man
a
soul who
carries
no compassion
a
man without pockets
a
tree out of it’s season
whose
leaves fall
to
lie dead on the ground
as
music with sound
song of light
where holds a light
lost
lost in the night
a small candle unlit
searching for a shadow
to cast upon outside
concrete wall
children’s wishes search in vain
just a stain of darkness
where are these children
searching dreaming hoping
a young lost child’s song
small and unheard
dares to sing
and music calls to the light
nothing bright
what might be
if all the lost children dared
to sing that child’s
song of light
- jude