Category Archives: Poems

Artists are sometimes cowed into spending most of their time on more “useful” things. May we live in days where making art is rewarded at least as much as flipping burgers… Souled by the Pound – Owed to Flippin’ Burgers … Continue reading →

Verbal profanities, words, are often simply a mirror reflection of genuine, real-world obscenities. Dammed Obscenities Words madder Of coarse, it’s true Butt sit with this As you under stand Power lessness Makes all the deference As you free that speech … Continue reading →

Under the Influence When axed Buy capitalism Due you want To be An influencer The quest in As awe weighs Offed Delivering little wading And no second thought Hell, yeah Well, I For one And one for awe Won’t countenance … Continue reading →

REVEALED HERE: The in’s and out’s of life and death. Taking Your Breath Away They lived In that dangerously beautiful Plays Between inspiration and expiration As life never fails To take your breath away

Does this apply to me: just asking. Axing For a Friend How ponder US Me and mine feeling Endangered Buy a flailing economy And the whirled’s resources Being taken Off the table Or under Duress Suspecting my enemies Knocking down … Continue reading →

Yet another perspective on the glass half full/half empty debate… Spouting On God is spouting On again Off agin Less like a glass half full Amor a firehose Drowning me In blessings

Amor or Less Ahhhh Proximately Life is amor Or less Wonder full

This is the caste to which I belong. A Twinkle of Your No’s Due you have Time To go to the plays Where time doesn’t exist Soully for a stretch Fore what is just A twinkle of your no’s Won … Continue reading →

You don’t have to crash to slow down. Then, again, sometimes you do. Catching Up I struck down The hi ways and bye ways of life Seeking the finer things In an out-and-out quest Willing to pay my weigh Long … Continue reading →

Formula Won Razing They had It all Figured out Plugged In What They car a bout And hows The manor They in habit And whys A voiding Whatever Uncomfortable Accept for mine Racing

We’ve borrowed from the future. I won’t be surprised if the future borrows from us. The future has a name: Bill. Poor Tending Show enough Awe That The future wood be They saw Poor tending A poverty A cross The … Continue reading →

The Passed How due you Sail the see You can knot Change the past Just the same You can change The weigh You look at it

This poem is a reflection on the rich ruling and fooling the masses, while Christians routinely buy into the American nightmare of consumption as success, happiness and security. Mean wile, we are crucifying Mother Earth and abandoning our siblings of … Continue reading →

I have disabused myself of the lazy notion that things have to get worse before they can get better. There are better and worse choices in every situation. We can always choose better. There is no low in which we … Continue reading →

The oneness of reality is a gift, presence, that cannot be bought, only given, a way… That Witch is Wholly He clumsily axed What I Don’t Halve A soul That witch is wholly And can knot be bought Only souled