Category Archives: Poems

Libertarianism can be self-limiting in many weighs… Libertarian High Weighs My way or the highway Except the highway We don’t do public works projects

Reality gives feedback. If we humans find ourselves stubbornly living outside natural limits, Mother Earth is obliged to complete our will. Obliged Mother Earth obliges The will Of the human race Allowing us To finish First A cross The finish … Continue reading →

Here is a VERY short poem for the holy days. This poem is a tip of the hat to my favorite commentary on prayer from the poet and mystic, Meister Eckhart: “If there were but one prayer, ‘thanks’ would suffice.” … Continue reading →

This poem goes out to all of those whose recognition of climate existential crises is met with denial and minimalizing: Suicidal? Why due you Home in On Mother Earth And existential cry seas Passably reckoning sow You know weigh too … Continue reading →

Do you no who you are? I have found that art helps me resolve this question. Author Author The author of authors In formed me Right what you no The story of you’re life O pen You’re art

I have found that one of the enemies of life is being clenched. Life needs space to flow. Forcing solutions often leads to a somewhat constipated life. Of course, this may be one of the most difficult things in the … Continue reading →

I have found great freedom in being de-institutionalized from a “regular” job, religion, and overly organized endeavors of all sorts. I see institutionalization as a process and infrastructure that routinely trades our highest humanity for stacks of lowest common denominations. … Continue reading →

Each moment begs our attention. That Infinite See Waving Here ye Here ye The present calls That infinite see Waving Just For you Sounding hi and lo As awe hail breaks loose And life surfs The whirled over Anchored in … Continue reading →

A cautionary poem for those who think that they can write history writ large: Realty Pushing Back No won Had Taken Boulder action Than Sisyphus himself Every won Must be Stoned

I have never been a big fan of normal. “Getting back to normal” strikes me as a somewhat low bar. Every “new” normal seems eerily similar to previous uninspiring states of normal. This sense of mine is similar to the … Continue reading →

Efficiency is highly overrated. The abundant life is not well defined by ultra-precise engineering. Efficient Love An award no one yearned for: Most efficient love Weather child or mate Strikingly spare That scant do attitude Eager for meager Barren awe … Continue reading →