Category Archives: Poems

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

For allegedly not existing, God is quiet powerful… Meting Expectations I could scarcely take it in Where God met And exceeded My expectations Which was awe The more true If God didn’t exist

I aspire to be a juggernaut of whimsy… Flimsy Whimsy His whimsy Wins shot threw With wholes As bowling over An incalculable number of angles Dancing on a pinhead And broke in The mine Of the presser Like a reed … Continue reading →

In recent years I have realized that literally anything can be gaslighted. This seems to be related to our huge capacity to rationalize, particularly when anything happens to get in the way of something we want. This poem is a … Continue reading →

Just One My soul possession is What God gives me There is just Won thing you can Urn

Being able to simultaneously mourn and act urgently is the true multitasking of this age. Time of Daze There’s daze When awe ready Finding oneself At high noon Soully too realize Never enough mourning In the time of daze High … Continue reading →

Playing it safe is tricky. So is trusting God or others… A Safe Abet Lored God Awe might he Most people want A safe Abet A prison No one Can break into And deliberately restricted heir