when I focus on myself, not others, the benefits flow to sons and mothers.
plug a flame into it
the darkness did confound.
pathway to peace
joy and grief often reside in neighboring rooms
wondrously melded
joy and grief collide
Righted Rights
maybe someday we’ll get that Right Right.
The Call
I, too, have heard the call and understand.
spiral
only the long trip finds warm light
Children of God
It’s time they – we… reinspect the throngs under the steeple.
No Strings Attached
Strings are for marionettes – Dead – Without a Master to pull them.
This Time Around
Another year – orbit the sun. Same as the ones I’ve muddled through?
Contrasting Companions
dark and light near all along.
Live Your Life
That’s all I have to say about that.
August 1968
I remember an uncle, who left this earth as I arrived.
but even now, just about me I need
can one night do?
it all leads to here – so what?
Shit happens. If you don’t believe that, you aren’t paying attention.
Silver Linings
Finding good in the bad. That’s my new hobby.
past painter’s present
Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.
sanctuary
sanctuary should always be wherever we find ourselves…
knowitall
“I’m old enough; I know it all,” she stated; “Not numbers, books, but ways of love and living.”
no recall
A bad day for the poet
