I don’t know you.
But I care deeply
My friend.
You likely won’t see it
if you pass me on the street.
Nor if you share
the same space as I.
You may not even see it
if you’ve known me for a while.
But when we meet
with open minds
and open hearts
You, my friend
are all that I see.
The Joys
Struggles,
the Victories and
Sorrows.
In them you’ll know
You’re not alone.
At that time, good soul,
I’ll stop the world
for you.
And you alone.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 12:33 PM UTC
He’s feels a victim
Sad
Alone
Afraid
No one sees him.
Not anyone that matters.
Those that matter
Left.
Ignored.
Cut deep.
He comes to visit.
He’s welcome here.
More often with ease
He comes.
And sometimes too,
Heroes within
Lift him up
High
And Indomitable.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 8:05 AM UTC
.If I died today
My obituary
Would say…
Dedicated man
Family man
Showed up consistently
Tried his best
Loving husband, father, teacher.
Loving son, brother, uncle.
A man with a good heart.
Is this it?
Was there depth? Excitement?
Adventure???
Where was Joy?
Laughter.
Big love.
Adoration and admiration.
The humble service to others.
A gift fully given?!?
The big love, fierce love???
There’s got to be more!
Build that business, man!
Write that book!
Create that art!
Live FULLY
Love openly
Make a god **** difference!
Instead;
He loved until empty
Died to the giving
Heart left wide open
Pouring out…
Pouring in.
The hand of God on his shoulder
The peace and joy of a good life.
The tears that fall
Both sadness and joy
For all the life
That passed through him.
Friends, family, change.
Experiences worth more than the effort behind them.
All worth every bit
On this earthly incarnation.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 8:02 AM UTC
Jack and Gautama
showed up at my door.
Jack knocking softly
his friend hidden behind.
I invited Jack in
and the Buddha followed.
Oh man!
How fortunate
Was I.
Jack stepped in
As a guest normally would.
But the prince
without warning got
Uncomfortably close.
Made himself at home
without hesitation.
You’d think he was me
The way he took my seat.
And then he sat.
And watched.
Said not a thing.
I sat too.
Waited.
And waited some more.
And to my surprise
Felt seen.
Years of pain
Suddenly
had the floor.
And while he still said nothing.
A feeling arose
And at once I felt whole.
Then just a quickly
They both got up,
Said goodbye,
and left.
Yet I,
alone,
but no longer alone,
I knew who I was
and I wasn’t ok.
To my surprise
this carried no weight
and the problem
wasn’t any longer a problem.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 7:55 AM UTC
He comes to us all
bringing peace,
love,
and open hearts.
She takes his breath away
with hypnotic beauty.
The power of her embrace
and energy unbounded.
So fascinating they are.
Gripping men and women alike,
falling into their hold
with hearts wide open,
the secret wish of us all.
At birth
Breath in.
When she comes
Breath out.
Forever free
Until the return.
And the rest stand watching,
Hearts broken open.
A million pieces, but free.
Waiting eternally,
A day at a time
for the breath
and hope
to return.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC
Hello kiddo.
I see you standing there
in you fortress so calm.
So peaceful and quiet.
Your Viper
stands at the doorway,
so outstanding and strong.
A trusty ride.
The climb up inside
picks you up above the world.
The space to be, to dream, and rest
there at your feet.
The view is amazing.
On one side the familiar,
2 sides are friends,
And the last, endless possibility.
The A-frame for rain.
And the mother of trees
covers you, your fortress,
and humble domain.
You’re safe at home.
Have fun my boy!
We’re here to hold you
You belong, my love.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 7:39 AM UTC
The end exploded
On the cold, white bus.
It was no one’s fault but mine.
It wasn’t the food that I ate last night
It was really just a matter of time.
But seriously though,
I often I just wanna sit with myself.
But I’m up getting **** done.
Cause after all,
“that’s the way of the world”.
The way that the West was won.
Really
and truly
as a kind human being,
I just wanna feel what I feel.
And sometimes the feeling is buried in loss.
Heavy,
But not a big deal?
Just give me some time
to sit and relax,
To let my heart beat without rush.
Just a few moments to breathe
and to know I’m alive.
It’s not really asking too much.
But the speed of the world today
Has me coming in on two wheels.
And from waking to sleep
somehow I’ve become
Something of a kinda big deal.
To me,
the question I have
and also for you
is not of the trivial sort.
How deep do you
want to your heart to heal?
And how badly is your gut torn apart?
Emotions unspoken,
From the language of the love,
have festered and churned within.
Since not outspoken
My body expressed
From the unfortunate
other end.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
I used to want to die in her embrace
My last breath leaving from
The taste of her lips.
“Used to” is not bad
Yesterday’s not far away.
Just a flip in thought
and I’m there again.
Now? I’m afraid.
Scared to lose myself.
Afraid of the unknown.
Scared to become no one I know.
Or perhaps someone known,
But forgotten.
Lost.
Abandoned.
Courage too isn’t far away.
Just a flip in thought.
Always there.
Just under surrender.
A leap in the dark
Into the abyss of what’s to come.
Into an ocean of Love.
To die before I die.
To kiss her once more.
Then rise from here
and float in the ocean.
One day soon.
I’ll die to her again.
My heart will be all remaining.
And nothing else matters.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
We suffer from a sense of separation
Separation from self, soul,
brothers.
We suffer from thoughts run rampant in our heads,
Emotions left unchecked, stuffed, and ignored.
We suffer from memories stuck in our bodies
In the tissues
The cells
Encoded and bound.
The sense of separation is false,
A lie.
A myth we’ve been sold
A part of our conditioning
Domestication in drag.
When we can stop
And stare our faults,
Straight in the face,
Without cowering.
Eye to eye with the shadow
With love (and fear)
And grace.
We can then dance with our faults,
Our Shortcomings
Our humanity.
And then my friend
We realize
we’ve always been whole.
A part,
Not apart,
Of the cosmic wave.
We see then that we’re connected
To our souls and the divine.
And can be there for our brothers
who’ve been left behind.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 1:06 PM UTC
When you feel the deeper calling,
Something yearning to be expressed.
A definite thing
Felt,
Yet unseen.
Elusive,
Stirring sleep, bringing unrest.
You’ve become shrouded
in years, my friend,
decades even,
of wonder and mastery.
Your noble craft, the role you play,
Has reached its brilliant totality.
Yet beneath the fading light
A gift for others’ lives.
A new reason for being and
Perhaps, It speaks,
my friend,
From nothing
beginning to Rise.
It leaves the body of knowledge-
Your blood, sweat, and tears.
Obsolete,
like gas station receipts
That wallpaper the rooms
Of victory over the years.
What you’ve achieved in life,
Grand and monumental
No Doubt!
Has become, as it should-
Just a shell.
Protecting Divinity within, what was,
and the fragile human without.
So sit, my brother,
With the pain and grief
Of longing.
And hear its funeral song.
For beneath the Melody,
Sweet sorrow brings with it
The birth of how you belong.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 8:53 AM UTC