Creatives

Creatives Artists are a lot like God They come up to a great nothing Blank and void and empty They begin to see They begin to draw They begin to paint Layers at a time At any given point You can hear the whispers from outside “What is that?” “That makes no sense” And the…

Pressing

Pressing I need to write — I’m not sure why All I want is to touch the sky Yet all I do is squirm through the earth I don’t want to hear all the caterpillar metaphors I see what happens to the earthworms Food for birds Drying out in the hot sun Dying on the…

Resilience

 Resilience Everything beautiful about you Has been cut to the ground The lines of the years now show on your face You feel like you are just one small disgrace In a great big universe of order and shadow But I see something I see where everyone thought you were dead Yet you are alive…

Grateful

Grateful Ah, for so long I have tried to be the poet extraordinaire But, alas, my books just sit on the shelf Not going anywhere I made all sorts of excuses It’s the modern day No one reads poetry anymore There has to be a video There has to be a meme Vacillating from one…

Authenticity

Authenticity I’m flat on my back Staring at the stillness of the ceiling fan Listening to the noise get greater and greater Feeling the silence envelop me This is prayer of the purest sort This raw exposure below 3 incandescent bulbs Their light speaks vacant emptiness Except “close your eyes and feel the nothing.” I…

Musings on a Sunday (Unfinished)

Musings on Sunday (Unfinished) We often feel we must have something to say We must have this profound wisdom This answer And we must have it now Give it now Know it now   Yet we really live in the midst of a vast universe Unknown Untouched Never experienced   Still we think we know…

Etiology

Etiology The source of all my troubles is comparison Comparison always leaves me wanting Or it leaves me full of pride It has never placed me in the streams of peace Never has it put me in the fields of love Never has it let me sleep the night away In dreams of wonder and…

Rose Garden

Rose Garden There is a real hope And it hurts. To lean into it, No, to dive full on into it Is the destiny of humanity  But there within its living form are so many thorns  Painful, hideous thorns Disappointment, disillusionment  Failure, rejection These are the thorns on the roses of hope And they are…

Great Ones

Great Ones There are many great ones on the earth Not because they are known Not because they are wealthy Not because they are influential or powerful But because they care Because they love Because they live life the way a human being lives life Loving one another Loving those that cross their paths Whether…

Winter Blahs

Winter Blahs It’s difficult to write poetry When you’re dead inside Everything is lifeless Everything is irritating I’m not sure how that happens Feeling irritation when you’re dead But that’s when it seems to happen the most Every little thing Is like a huge boulder Dropping on your toes Over and over again In some…

Right

Right I wish I could be confident I wish I knew The only thing I know Is that I really don’t know But I guess that’s a starting point  That’s knowing a something I look at the sunrise, the sunset In an analytical way What angle is the best to capture this What will be…

New Day

New Day It’s very hard to be a perfectionist Because the very standard I use for me Is the one I use for others And everyone in this system fails, including me Utterly Miserably Which makes me wonder Maybe perfect is not the way any of us should be Maybe I am fighting against a…