Monday, 4 June 2018


"Look at you," the crazy old man told the young girl. "You don't even know a savior from a demon."

"What's the difference?"

"One builds walls up. The other tears them down."

"Which is which?"

"That depends entirely on whether or not you need those walls."


can I look at you,
little Creation,
(thank you for existing)
so beautifully different
from other things
I've seen today
with your wiggles and windings
drawing my eyes
into a crooked, broken adventure
with your firey flashes
of colours
that heal blindness
and fill my head with song
let me look,
memorizing your secret beauty
a whisper from God
taking it in
no longer nearly dead of thirst

can I then describe you,
little Creation
walking you in
through my excited senses
down into the broken, crooked
adventure inside me
and then leading you out again
with slightly altered
wiggles and windings
and my own colours
another whisper
as nourishing as God's
but so beautifully different
shaped and stained
by my own pain and fear
(thank you for existing)
and passed along
to the thirsty world

Saturday, 21 April 2018


Move but a little closer to our sun
and like our neighbor Venus, it is hell
The boiling seas and air would be no fun
Our Earth would be too oven-like to dwell
Stray but a little further out in space
and like our red friend Mars, it’s far too chill
The Earth would be a much more frigid place
and we’d pay such a monthly heating bill
But fate has put us in a comfy box
where we get just enough of our sun’s light
and like the tale of little Goldilocks
for life on earth, the distance is just right
    The zone of comfort is so very small
    We’re lucky there is life on Earth at all

Tuesday, 17 April 2018


That was not your boy
dying there
in the blood and flame
torn apart by bullets
and terror
begging for mercy
pleading for escape
wishing to hold your hand
one last time
It was not him
who you loved from his first breath
and cherished beyond words
until the day you released him
from that final embrace
and watched him board a plane
to war

It wasn't him screaming in agony
and terror and panic
and utterly horrific, helpless sorrow

Take comfort

There's a New God now
a God who’s not content to cast evil men
into a lake of fire
to weep eternally, and gnash their teeth forever
There's something worse planned
for those politicians and investors 
in guns and bombs
who screamed for war
while hiding their own sons 
behind their backs
They who sent your precious child,
who you created from your very flesh,
and nurtured from your breast,
to be burned and shot 
reduced to uncountable bits of skin and bone
beneath bombs and bullets
for a slightly taller pile of cash
they will know all that terror and pain
first hand
they will embrace it like a mother

For the New God is just
and plucks your precious child's soul
from the storm of carnage and fright
replacing it with the souls
of those who thought to grow richer
from that mad and pointless battle
while hiding at a distance
with their own loved ones

(some even laughed, while counting coins)

There is no Lake of Fire
after these evil men die,
blissfully ignorant as they burn but once
They will ride
in the bodies 
of precious babies
and each and every comrade 
and fellow soldier
they sent to die 
screaming in terror and agony

All of them
one by one
the deaths will be checked off
and there are thousands upon thousands
They will feel all that pain
It wasn't your boy at all
not for a single moment
for the New God is just

And after those deaths
they ride the jagged hell
of mothers
and fathers
and every brother, sister, 
child, spouse, and friend
who were told their beloved
would not be coming home again

They ride inside those
who were told their dearest



young and hopeful
full of love and potential
instead of peacefully 
at the end of a long, fruitful life

They ride that hopeless, pointless death
at the end of the million memories
hopes and dreams
and secret desires
stolen kisses
and exams at school
silly dances in the rain
and Christmas mornings
cookies and kittens
and bowls of soup
warm, comforting hugs
after skinned knees
and broken hearts
all the things that made a life
and all the things that could have been
all the things taken
by those bullets and bombs and flames
so some lord could grow a little richer

Ride it

This New God is as malicious
and merciless
as those politicians and investors
who screamed for war
when there could have been peace
because dividends were more valuable than dads 
and kickbacks were more precious than kids
and pitiless patriotic pride was more important
than patience

Ride it

Hide your own sons
Send others
Hide yourselves safely away, too
in this life anyway
but fear the New God
for whom a lake of fire is not enough
for whom eternally burning 
and screaming 
but once
is too merciful 
fear the God who plans something




and total
physical and emotional
with every single broken body
and heart
one after another and another
and another
without pause
or pity
until every single last tear
and lonely night
and empty embrace
is paid for

The Old God
of fire and brimstone
was merciful
the New God
is just
you will beg
and plead
and scream with all your being
for that lake of eternal fire instead

I am a prophet of the New God


for peace is far more precious
than power
and all your trillions
will not
buy your way off that ride
you will realize in the end, 
with complete and utter helpless dismay
that your all your mountains wealth 
were merely an illusion
the only thing of any real value 
was souls
their experiences of ordinary lives
with such immeasurable amounts of love
for all the littlest things
and other ordinary souls
these held the only real value in this world

do not take that wealth away

Saturday, 7 April 2018


My dog has eyes of brown to match his fur
His ears are floppy and his paws are plump
When strangers knock, he makes a scary Grrr!
But if you are a friend, he loves to jump
When someone holds a treat, he'll shake a paw
Or sit, lie down, and even give high-fives
He’s not the calmest pup you ever saw
But I'm so glad he came into our lives
When we go out, he howls at the door
And carries on as if his life will end
“I need you near, cause that's what pals are for.
I'd die for you, cause you’re my favorite friend.”
  If you would learn the heart of God above
  Just get a pup, and earn the truest love.

Saturday, 31 March 2018


The night has come and here I lie alone
Beside the corpse of love that I destroyed
Here in the dark the chill has only grown
And there's no warmth to fill this hopeless void
Through blackened cracks the ash of our love fell
And still my desperate soul puts up a fight
I cry to you, please save me from this hell
But there is only silence in the night
It's over now, for good, but still I cling
To hope that only adds to sorrow’s weight
At last I realize one simple thing:
It's all my fault. I chose this awful fate
   I broke an angel’s heart without a care
   And now I need her light and she's not there

Wednesday, 28 March 2018


They say a friend in need’s a friend indeed
And they will tend with speed your every care
But can you tell a flower from a weed?
When you have much, your friends are everywhere
Then with hungry times around the bend
Just like a rat, they’ll flee the sinking boat
You find out who’s your near and dearest friend
When you can barely keep the ship afloat
The true friend loves you even when you’re lost
And stands by you when nothing’s going right
A true friend’s there no matter what the cost
And walks with you back into Fortune’s light
   While many friends are fickle, false, and flawed
   I’m thankful you’re a friend indeed, like God

Thursday, 15 March 2018


Great spirits in this life are truly rare
igniting flames of hope when people doubt
but evil hearts can see them way up there
and lights that threaten dark are soon snuffed out
If their light dies, how will our spirits cope?
we stumble blind with all the heroes gone
what spark will then revive the light of hope,
and give our hearts the strength to carry on?
But in their wake, those spirits leave a trail
a glimmer through the dark that can't be killed
we must protect that light, for if we fail
the darkness will destroy the world we build
   we cannot stop to weep when heroes die
   pick up the torch and follow where they fly

Tuesday, 6 March 2018


Your riches placed you on a golden throne
and tricked you into thinking you're a king
but others face this cruel world alone
and there you feast while they lie suffering
It's not a sin to reap what blessings flowed
but don't forget your helpless soul was freed
He gave his life to pay the debt you owed
You should at least give help to those in need
But if you shun the poor with no concern
we know that's not a heart he will applaud
For every living soul will take its turn
to give account before almighty God
   It's those who help the poor who please the Lord
   but if you don't, your cries will be ignored

Saturday, 3 February 2018


what if the letter n was autonomous
what if it could decide for itself
it didn't want any part of being in the phrase

violent and angry racist mob

what if it would rather be part of

innocent children sharing their lunch

what if all the letters could decide for themselves
what words and phrases they wanted to be part of
what if n led the way, and slowly others followed
suddenly some things wouldn't make sense anymore

v  l  t   d a g y r c  t m  s would disperse
and go share their lunch

what if we could all stop and think
about what makes sense
that we only have one life
and make ourselves part of better things

Monday, 29 January 2018


So many people come and go in life
Like feathers on a breeze, they’re here and gone
But losing some can cut you like a knife
and life is weakened when that blade’s withdrawn
But sometimes winds will change and friends return
Then laughter, fun, and memories revive
It’s through the pain and loneliness we learn
how much those precious friends kept us alive
A treasure lost can devastate your heart
and haunt you as the memories grow old
But though you spend so many years apart
when found again, they’re no less solid gold
   A lifelong friend is never truly lost
   when Fate herself made sure your threads are crossed

Saturday, 30 December 2017


There's a poem in the night
Alive beyond my comprehension
Wishing I would pay attention
And carry it into the light

There's a whisper in the dark
Hiding just beyond my muffled hearing
And it fades as dawn is nearing
Before my pen has made its mark

There's a spark of life out there
Look at how that lost soul glistens
Crying out to he who listens
Let her lay the meaning bare

But there's danger in that glow
That strange power can be scary
And it's far safer if I bury
My head in things I know.

Yet I fear the dawn the most
When that spark begins abating
And my weary ear sits waiting
For dictation from a ghost

Monday, 20 November 2017


your soul has navigated
the beats of a billion
butterfly wings
in infinite space
and eons of time
that might have
erased you forever
and here you are
wondering why


just take another selfish breath
and smile in the darkness
you brief, pointless miracle
it will be over soon enough

Tuesday, 9 May 2017


it's easy enough to say
"i love you"
many said it before
and later walked away

but relentlessly standing there
by my side
in darkest days
when it cost you everything to care

then leading me out of that dark hole
toward the light
of all my dreams:
you said "i love you" with your soul

thank you

Saturday, 22 April 2017


We are all walking
down a very narrow road
some side by side
some before or behind
some with places to go
   things to do
some aimless
but walking, nevertheless

We are all walking
so near each other
on this narrow road
we feel each other's warmth

But each has his own
or so he thinks
so none of us
walk together

Saturday, 29 October 2016


You heroes of such great renown
just doing your job, as you were told
You brave police who beat them down
so they can pipe their poison gold

Was there a line you wouldn't cross?
You fired on them while they prayed
Showing them who's really boss
How dare they faced you, unafraid

Though in the end they couldn't save
the water from a well-armed fool
They showed the world who's truly brave
and who is savage, mad, and cruel

The dying millions give you thanks
The job where you were once employed
put so much money in their banks
but now the water's been destroyed

You've no excuse. It's all on you.
You made the choice. Your soul defied.
But since your kids need water, too
You had to watch them as they died.

Now everything has all gone south
And everyone you love is dead
Please take that pistol from your mouth
And drink a glass of water instead

Tuesday, 30 August 2016


They say that when you die your spirit soars
into the stars above this dreary globe
and others think you walk down peaceful shores
reviewing life to earn a shining robe
but though I might offend our God most high
I dare not set a foot on heaven’s stair
it’s beautiful up there where angels fly
but can’t be paradise with you elsewhere
I know it hurts, but cut a little hole
and carve a place to fit me like a glove
for heaven’s gate to me is in your soul
please hide me there inside your deepest love
     I cannot rest in peace eternally
     unless it be within your love for me

Wednesday, 3 June 2015


You go to school to learn to read and write.
You conquer math, and maybe take the arts.
But where's the course in treating others right?
Why don't we study healing broken hearts?
It's pain that gives the worst teaching of all.
The test comes first, the lesson after that.
But no one's there to help you when you fall,
and Life will never take you where you're at.
A chosen few might stumble through this world,
and find the things they need to pass the Test,
but by the time that wisdom is unfurled,
the need for it was long since laid to rest.
     But learn to hear the teachings of your soul
     and you've already reached the final goal.

Wednesday, 20 May 2015


I think the trick to writing well is hate,
for who can write a classic when they’re calm?
But when hot anger drives you to create,
your heart explodes as deadly as a bomb.
It’s passion that sends soldiers off to war,
the same red heat that tempts a lover's play.
But anger sends the soldier back for more,
while boredom makes young lover’s lust decay
Tell ladies their love's worth a heavy cost.
Such sweetness might just woo them into bed.
But as sheets cool, such sentiments are lost.
The angry poem remains when love is dead.
     I’d rather read a sonnet full of rage
     than see a sappy ending mar the page.

Thursday, 19 February 2015

Friday, 13 February 2015


We dance beneath the place where angels tread
the stars are up there twinkling in the sky
but I would rather look at you instead
and wish upon the sparkle in your eye
The mournful trumpet singing in the night
tells sullen tales of lonely souls out there
it feels wrong while holding you so tight
and your soft cheek on mine seems so unfair
But if I'm friends with Fortune's random chance
just for a while, I'll gladly pay the debt
what do I owe for this exquisite dance?
though I pay dear, I never will forget
     the lady causes heaven to descend
     I only wish this song would never end

Tuesday, 6 May 2014


looking up at those two stars
it made me realize
before I fell down here
I was never truly alive
and now that I am
I'm not afraid to die

before I saw those stars
life was just a dream
a lie, a fantasy
but then I came alive
and I'm still awake
inside the memory

they opened up the door
to life and peace and liberty
eternity and unity
if I give myself completely
to the light I see in them
I'll live forever

then why should I
be afraid to die?
death has no power
compared to the memory
of being filled with light
spilling so freely from you

   You'll never really understand
   how absolutely safe you are
   from ever feeling unloved
   unwanted, unadored
   as long as love exists
   those two shining stars
   are breath itself to me

Tuesday, 29 April 2014


There is thunder in the night
so beautiful, it's scary
but nothing else is right

There is a secret up that stair
a heaven I won't know
though I plainly see it there

There is a knife in the soul
it cuts and wounds and hurts me
but also makes me whole

There is a song in the air
so deep, it's unfathomable
but it's me who put it there

There is a missing piece I need
I've learned to live without it
but the wound will always bleed

There is a hand in the cold
that would have been life's meaning
that I will never hold

There is thunder in the night
the thunder brings us terror
but also gives us light

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Monday, 10 February 2014


I said goodbye
after lunch
that random summer day
I said thanks and
see you soon

I never knew
it was forever

If I'd seen it in your eye, that sad
and lonely, faraway look, then I
I would have hugged you longer
I would have talked some more
told you how important you are
to me, how much you mean and
always have. I would have wept

That goodbye
after lunch
that random summer day
was silent as time
and just as final

"Goodbye. See you soon..."

I never knew
and someday that thief will come for me.