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April 2, 2013 / Samuel DiPaola


The earth burns
A fire down below
Rises up in majesty
To meet the morning sun
As your waking smile
Realizes our fate

November 30, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

I See

I see babies and I’m hopeful for life
I see high school kids and I’m scared
I see adults and I’m disillusioned
I see old people and I’m sorry
I see dead people and I’m jealous

November 4, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

Temple Stones

By mid-day, the storm clouds had passed.
Temple stones lay in the distance,
far removed from forgotten daily offerings.
Eventually, the stones were gathered to mark grave sites,
and stale bread was thrown to hungry dogs.

August 1, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola


I stand in the sunlight
And wonder why I’m dying
Fragile as a candle flame
Burning hot one moment
With the power to consume
Extinguished the next
By the smallest breeze
Carried away
In a puff of smoke
Never to be seen

July 30, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola


The room I sit in holds no promise
Emptiness consumes all
Where has everyone gone?
The spirits have abandoned me
Many too busy to care
Others trapped in a life
with no chance of escape
Love is surly lost
I try to make sense of where time has gone
Regardless of how much I achieve
It is never enough
Life has been squandered on meaningless pursuits
Last night I dreamt the forests were on fire
I wanted to fly above the clouds and break free
When I was young, I believed I could change the world
Now I ask to what end, and for what purpose?
Wasn’t the original order to be fruitful and multiply?
But for whose benefit?
Mine, or yours?
Tell me
What survives of past civilizations?
No less intelligent
Struggles long forgotten
Now meaningless
The chosen ones
Were they not?
As promised for all eternity
But what is eternity?
Ultimately, nothing achieved
And no one remembers or cares of the accomplishments
We are told to believe
And to fight for the cause
I still have not found a cause worth fighting for
And no longer want to be part of the cosmic battle over good and evil
When you give in
and realize that all is driven by self-importance
It becomes easy to walk away from the fight
or the call
or the mission
or the flag
or the church
If the devil exists, then let God destroy him
and leave me be
If eternity exists
Then let it not be this!

April 7, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

Hollow Bones

My bones are hollow.
Some day when I’m gone,
carve them into flutes,
and play beautiful music
for the children.

March 18, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

The Screws of Time

Time passes by, unaware.
Everything’s an illusion.
Self-made and self-important.
Your coffin screws have been forged
in the fires of

March 17, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

My Little World

I remember the days of being at home with my mother.
Life was simple.
I would play with the dog for hours.
In the fall, pick peaches that grew to the size of softballs.
Fuzz so thick it would itch the face when rubbed against the cheek.
The juice poured from them like a river of sweet ecstasy.
To this day, I have never had a better one.
I remember planting flowers with my mom in the spring.
And how I’d run outside every day to check on their progress and watch them grow.
My mom would call me in for lunch.
It usually consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a cup of Lipton tea.
Yes, I drank tea at four years old.
My favorite show was Dick Van Dyke.
I would watch it and take a nap.
The elderly neighbor lady was in love with me.
One day she asked if I wanted to come live with her.
I said, “Only if my mother could come.”
She laughed a big hearty laugh and said,
“We don’t want your mother living with us.”
This was all I knew.
I had no concept of anything outside my little world,
and I needed nothing else.

March 12, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

Tell Me More

Tell me more.
I want to hear everything.
Don’t leave out a single moment.

You are in the woods.
The sound of your feet along the path floats up through the tops of the trees,
and the birds all stop to listen.

You pause to remove your shoes.
The ground is damp beneath your feet,
but you don’t mind,
and you continue on your way.

When you come to a puddle,
you walk straight through.
The mud splashes your legs
and you decide to remove your dress.

You place your clothes and shoes on a fallen tree trunk
and walk back to the puddle.
You kneel down,
and place your hands in the moist dirt.

The earth gets caught under your fingernails and you decide to roll in it.
Covered from head to foot,
you are now a deep shade of brown,
and you smile.

you stand up,
walk over to the tree trunk to retrieve your clothes and shoes,
and you move on.

As the mud dries against your skin
it feels tight,
and you know the meaning
of what’s wrong and right.

The sound of your bare feet along the path floats up through the tops of the trees,
and the birds all stop to listen.

Tell me more.
I want to feel everything.
Don’t leave out a single moment.

February 12, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

Empty Skies

When morning sun forgets to shine
And shadows cease to fall
I’ll look for you in empty skies
And listen for your call