I Love What’s Feminine

I love what’s feminine for its own beautiful sake Walking out into Mother Nature & breathing in Earth I’m collecting thoughts & addicted to smiling A deliberate course to truly live ever since my birth Feeling the distinct notion of life’s pulse To emerge from here unbroken & mostly unscathed To seek out joy &

Forgotten In The Ether

Forgotten in the etherAgainst the stones on the shoreFatigue hitting hard at sunriseBefore the day might restore You cannot outlive a memoryOur fates left to a diminished chanceBound to the sea by luck or forceDrifting silently with suspicious circumstance Dog eared postcards & other totemsWords from home to quench the tideMeandering scribbles in the marginDreading

Even If You Have Failed

  Even if you have failedThis life isn’t a total lossYou can always get get back upWhen you’re living under the cross

I’m Sitting Here Morose

I’m sitting here moroseReading pages & thumbing my noseBored by the status quoBreaking off from the path we choseI’m searching for a worthy womanTo take by the waist & forever danceWho desires to explore love& live by the seat of her underpants Image by Amanda Zhang from Pixabay 

Once Upon A Suburban Street

Once upon a suburban streetWhere we lived, loved & laughedSummer comes early in JaxSo, this house no longer has a draft Warmth lets me resume my natural beingYet windows aren’t doors; they’re see-throughI strut along, giving my neighborsA bit more than a casual view

VI. But The Machine Will Keep On Rolling

But the machine will keep on rolling Until we end the tolerance of systematic lies This is the only chance we have here Life is not lived if it ends in a tempered sigh

V. I’m Trying To Live Free & Clear

I’m trying to live free & clear While you sit around watching C-Span Glorifying the criminals on the Hill I refuse, I say no, I say, “Damn The Man!”

I. There’s No Need To Get Bogged Down

There’s no need to get bogged downBy the regime or other Negative NancyOur world is tough enough these daysOur lives aren’t here to stroke some evil fancy

Unfolding Broken Dreams

Unfolding broken dreams The distant & diluted flow Our hopeless choices astound The truth? We still don’t know But we can never give up Clinging to the last of our visions Memories cultivated on dark nights Leaving us exposed with obvious incisions How do you translate a morning When your soul bears undiagnosed pain Scars

Longboarding In A Sundress

Longboarding in a sundress Unusual, yes, but don’t complain She’s free within her soul A spiritual moment in the rain Do not hinder Those who are not afraid Let them live as they please For you motivate when you forbade

We’re Trying To Stretch Out & Live

We’re trying to stretch out & liveEmbracing the crispness of the blue skyLet the sun wash over us once moreLet us live without any more reasons to cry

Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob

Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knobThe frequencies distorted on the airwavesKings of the new world & thus apocalypticSearching for something more pragmatic to crave These technocrats with no concept of realityTasking – without offering an alternate fateDemanding citizens for homages to be digitalWith no power to control – or else we attenuate Words of

Life Isn’t As Perfect As We Make It Seem

Life isn’t as perfect as we make it seemIt gets a little messy outside our dreamsBut newly rise in the early morning hoursSex sweat/coffee fueled; ready for a showerTime to live – life isn’t somethin’ you can stream

The Flowers Are Drinking

The flowers are drinkingThe sky is leaking like a sieveDon’t kick the caps off mushroomsFor that’s where the fairies live

Riding Out These Rough Seas

  Riding out these rough seas Trying to shield our shipwrecked daughters Storms moving in on us rather quickly Feeling hell’s heat & it’s only getting hotter From port to port, not knowing where to go Living free & clear is the only way to live Every day out on this cleansing ocean I pray

How To Live My Life

  Stop telling meHow to live my lifeYour organic kale yogaWon’t end this strifeI’m 3 dimensionalNot an internet meme pandaYour trendy solutionsAre merely hipster propaganda *This is an older poem. It has nothing to do with the image, but clearly an excuse to display one of my favorite memes. Please don’t twist my words or

I Reject Most Of Society’s Notions

  I reject most of society’s notions With no desire to live by the sword I feel no need to prove myself I shall put eternal trust in my Lord I follow my own path these days Oscar Wilde said I could only be me A world of distractions & hate But, only through love

I’m Tired Of All The Mouthpieces & Talking Heads

  I’m tired of all the mouthpieces & talking heads I don’t trust anything on the network news Congress & corporations are intertwined Aimed at denying our dreams if they could choose But I’m not going to buy into their systems I’m not going to line up for them to call me by name We

Thoreau

“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.” ― Henry David Thoreau  

Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta

  “Spread love everywhere you go: first of all in your own house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor… Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes,

Albert Einstein

“I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.” ― Albert Einstein