Some days are too much Some are not enough We take most of them for grantedGiving our minds and souls to our electronicsTreating time like an infinite resourceWhat will we do with our regrets when our time falls away?
Singing with myself
Sinking sickly (a poem)
ListenThe stars are callingThey have messages and secrets ListenThey are singing to youin a language you’ve always known StopSit stillListen And then rest easyYour time will come Get Your 500 Scrapbooking Sketches Now… Click here!
Poetry doesn’t come anymore
He delivers danger
The moon was hiding from me tonight But I knew where it was I played along let it believe it had put one over on me We have fun The moon and me
Stop You know we are freeHere to live, learn, and to love Stop to think of that What bird I asked the birdAre you a robin?Or could you be an oriole?The bird said nothingI didn’t ask again TV You can’t write a good poemWhile watching tvI’m trying now to do just thatI need a word […]
Could I have a show of light? Could you grant me some hope? I’d like to see even the smallest indication that things will be alright It’s just that from where I’m sitting Things are bad and trending towards dismal The ugly truth is shedding its mask The beauty that remains is fading fast So […]