Watching The Horizon

Watching the horizonDriving on Beach BlvdWhen you’re down hereLife isn’t nearly as hardA steaming cup of coffeeAs the sunrise growsToday will be greatBut who really knows

There Are Many Fancy Writers

  There are many fancy writers Those who are great, they’ve decided Elegant illustrations & plunging necklines But hubris is often one-sided There are many arrogant writers Quick with the wit they’ve decried Moans of pain suited to their fame Loving with one eye open it’s often implied

Trying Out Stories In The Morning

  Trying out stories in the morningTyping away on this ol’ machineThinking of something differentA genius the world’s never seenBut I can’t think of anything greatI guess I’ll get more coffee insteadI hear a whistle from my ladyI guess my love needs me back in bed

Feeling A Great Need To Create

Feeling a great need to create This is a crazy world today When will we ever thrive when We don’t remember what we say Hidden slowly in your dreams Reality hinders our solutions Time tocks against us now Feeling abstract absolution

These Stories Are Figments Of Hope

These stories are figments of hope Simple words from a mind of an everyday man These theatrics of an unknown sort Living through each day without scope or plan Journey to the water’s edge to find a salve To bathe our souls in God’s great sea I’m not close to your idea of perfection But

How To Create An Individuality

How to create an individualityYet, contribute to society as a wholeWithout falling to the socialist ideal& abandoning your capitalistic soulI believe in the American experimentA dream that is & could be greatIn fact, I’ve sworn to defend it foreverDuty, honor & a complicated fate

Higher Expectations

  Higher expectationsFrom your great admirersNothing so commonReflecting upon the enquirerKnowing a grand entranceStepping politely in this placeOur mutual acquaintanceDropping your secret rimmed in lace

Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface

Running my fingers upon the smooth surfaceKeeping them always against the grainI know my way through the RedwoodsThey’re my protection against the dark stains Born in the high desert among the cactiFaint echoes from mission bells of yoreGreat things come from fools with faithMisguided souls remain thirsty for more Stubborn & obstinate as hardwoodNeeding my

Pope St. Gregory the Great

“The proof of love is in the works. Where love exists, it works great things. But when it ceases to act, it ceases to exist.” –Pope St. Gregory the Great

Allen Ginsberg

  “We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter.” ― Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems