The Cost of Life seemed rarely Worth the Price

The Cost of Life seemed rarely Worth the Price / And as I Paid it seemed quite Poorly Spent / Now, Looking Back, would gladly Tender Twice

Poetic License

But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.

“You therefore must be perfect” just like God

“You therefore must be perfect” just like God / It’s there in letters red and hot as blood

People of The Books

a priest, a rabbi, and an imam walk into a bar…

certain somethingness

I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.

stay right where you are and feel nothing.

Satan is silent as he destroys us, / then loudly runs away from us in broad daylight.

Eternity it Stretches Forward.

Now as Lost Days have passed me by, Eternity it stretches Forward.

Tick Tock

I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time

me/Me

mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…

Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?

Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.

I’ve Found My Place

I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.

Sonnet XLV – Let Nothing Fill Your Sail

If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.

Start. again. anew.

start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth

inflated

inflatedand not even surewhere the air came from. nevertheless, i’ll breathe inand float while trying not to thinkabout all the … More

I know not where to look or stand

I know not where to look or stand…
I reach for footing; find just sand.

Let no one tell you how to live

Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and … More

Sonnet XLIV – Plans Best Laid

Perhaps if heaven hinges on Our Plan,
That paradise designed may need a tweak.

edges blur

looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking

You begin this way:

This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.

what will the waves do with their fury?

Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.