They told me to shine
As they build cities of dark,
And towns without hearts
And people who think
It’s okay to be hard
On everyone they meet
To make themselves feel better
About all the ways they are weak
They told me to shine
While the gutters overflow
With the filth they refuse to see,
While their mouths spit rules
That even they
Can’t follow
While they trade mercy
For a throne made of fear,
And call it justice,
Call it progress.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC
I walked into
An old building
Vacant yet
Lived in
I opened
Door after door
Peering into
New air
I realized
I was searching
For what was
To be
There were
No windows
On the doors
For a reason
I could not peer
Into the future
The past
Was futile
There was
No knowing
Left only to patterns
Or engagement
I could stop
Walking
The corridors
Of the concrete maze
One more door
To go
What was next,
Solitude or sorrows
As I stood alone
I met the room
With nothing to lose
No compass for death
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:43 PM UTC
Omniscient.
Impotent.
All seeing, all knowing
Into nothing
Nothing fertile.
The lonely cello
Wandering
When the angry wolf
You tried to tame
Lunged for your ear
And took your finger instead
Be grateful to not be dead
Down there
You were already hurting
Before your anger.
Alternately don't
Impose your topography
On another.
Expand beyond your finger tips.
Outstretched
Open up
To where your
Greatest wisdom
Is not knowing
The music you heard
Is climbing
Through shadows
Muffled at first
Now with acuity
Everything is there
For you to listen for
Omniscient,
In your grace.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 3:09 AM UTC
I will bring you into
Your future
If you let go
Of the past.
A past that lives alone
As a hermit
Telling itself stories
Self combusting
For answers
That never come.
So come along
The slate is clean
Wherever you go
In the present moment,
On paper, stone or wood
Horizons of happenings
That never end
Even for tomorrow,
A future can be
Safely scratched
In for you.
So, release the
Weight of sorrow
The musing of regret
Let the tales have
Their place in time
As you leave them behind
And I will show you
An infinite wealth
Of living where
Nothing
Can tie you down.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
Memory lane has been shut
Thames Water are working,
but
the tears still flow.
I'm taking it slow
and that's the best of it
watching them dig
and making a pig's ear of it.
Wednesday and I'm waiting for the second hand to catch up
sitting in the armchair and having a cup
because coffee is the fixer
the one and only elixir
and I'm only human.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
What's in a volunteer,
Why do you give your time freely,
Besides an invisible tug
From a thread of unknowns
Or the fragility of having been in
The spiders web themselves.
Free of charge the service is provided
With an infrequent "thank you"
Which is felt like a breeze
Of measured wind across the cheek as the barometer falls and rises
Not once is it felt but if you let
Your mind leave this world
Being thanked is linked
To every breeze
I've ever felt from the day I was born arriving each time just when needed.
The value of a thank you
Is timeless, weightless and endures
To create more energy to send the next monthly newsletter to an incarcerated soul. This is where grace hides.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC
Most days are an empty worn
Out house
On 1300 south block
It sees all the wealthy
From Costco
to it's front door -
If, you heed the need.
No one pays attention
Or spends on empty houses
with broken boards for steps
or bed springs to sleep on.
Most walk by
thinking something like,
That house did it to itself.
To get to where it is.
But they would be dead wrong.
It takes years for a house to empty out
Because of neglect
from all sources, for a time,
For misfortune,
no matter all
the life inside.
This was a yellowbird house
proud to be built.
People, a cat or two,
maybe an obedient dog
walked in and out
Someone cared enough to put a roof on
It thought complete.
Some people are like empty houses,
Neglected, cobwebs and sticky.
But, people bleed,
that get torn down
by so many things.
One thing in common though,
houses and people are eventually
demolished
if no one cares.
Someone may crash
into your car of goods
as you exit the fancy box stores
that make you think more is better.
But then your son collapses at home
from an overdose.
You, clueless.
What were you paying attention to?
Just barely 26.
What was, your yellowbird home,
will now be remembered
When the sound you heard
of your son's thump as he hit
the bathroom floor,
as you readied for work.
Split in half.
Someone dies.
You didn't plan on being
an empty house now
today,
did you?
So, what will you do about it?
Abandoned like an empty parking lot
Sorrow the only true begger
Grasping for something,
A currency
To take you back.
So stop flirting with birds
As they come and go.
Time is not for sale.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
What jungle is unfettered
Unrestrained online
Lifes imaginary heaven,
Amazon, Bezos breadline.
Like a god itself
It keeps on giving
Whatever hour
Whatever click
And I can give back
What dropped sour
From the branches
Monkeys ********* returns
Peeling ripe bananas.
Never lost
In this jungle Savannah
But God will be there
Fulfilling your need
Even if not needed
You land softly in greed.
There's his mistress,
Whole Foods, eager
To take your return
While you walk
Feeding their ledger.
Then you wake hungry
Again a trigger is tripped
Stumbling to a screen
Ill-equipped
Forever, until you stop.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 9:16 PM UTC
I'm coming back as a tree
I could leave now
For all I care
The tree is an Ash
Sturdily bends in
In the sharpest winter
Breezes blows the boughs
The waves from the Pacific Ocean
Are jealous of her cadence
I'll take my leave now
I've seen all I need to
When you hear the wind look up
I've returned
Rooted, alive, without a care
Let the cages of birds freely fly to me.
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
Follow me
To the inescapable
Matter of shadow
Unerasable
Shivering to escape
Your footsteps
In the sun.
Shape shifting
Always there
Tuned to you
Even as you lay
In the grass
Of a park
Where children's voices
Have their own
Wave length.
Your history of insults
You carry around
Year upon year
May feel absent in the light
But your shadow is
Inescapable.
Like your hand in
The pocket of your purse
********* the seam
Is vulnerable. Tend to it
This Place you fear.
There is no war.
Come out. Reach.
Dance with it.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC