not enough olive trees
for the branches we need-
bundle what is;
make them into wreaths-
any fallen leaves
could cover our feet in peace,
or maybe make beds
to find relief.
yet
not enough branches for you and me-
it takes one to give
and one to receive.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
decades past
when you were
wind, cool, fresh,
poetry floating in heavenly chorus-
hands pressing lightly
with full soul devoted,
heart warm behind closed eyes;
i listened with spirit, body, and mind.
you lifted me when i fell down.
decades pass
you are no where-
desserts between you and i;
i want to lift you like you did me
when gravel took both my knees-
the pain- the hurt- the grief-
sad eyes running away far from where they used to be.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 4:11 PM UTC
is this the limited god
something designated for hardwood
velvet
sashes and candles
stain glass
-pillars of bronze once upheld
what captivated and demanded all attention-
now just some media outlet
jokes and catchphrases
-
i guess the other way too is
just a confused misunderstanding
too much power
too much elevation
idolization-
cathedrals to reach the sky
to mimic heaven alone
and a man enthroned -
spiritual successor of man made idolotry
and worship-
its hard to wrap my mind around you being
fire and magic
purity and palace
and also dust and dirt
the last seat at the table
lowest to the earth-
incomprehensible how much you contain in one being
three is too much to understand
three is unpalpable
mysterious you are in all your ways
i guess it will remain
mysterious how we either cling to pride
making grand our boldness,
or cling to familiarity,
too proud to lower ourselves to the earth,
to confused about how that could be your will.
help me to understand
help me to love
help me to overcome
and help my faith to trust beyond my understanding of this
fragile world.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
a window broke when i tried to go for a walk
the grocery bag ripped when i got to the block
the car window broke the same exact week
and the shower needs repairs to fix an endless leak-
the second job won't let me request off
because too many people decided to never show up
and my 1st job is climbing to the stress ******
but I have no more sick days, just used my last-
my wife needs help because she's carrying our son
and sundown's not a wind down when the kids are so young,
my two year old is stressed and wants me to come and play,
but my face looks different working every single day-
and i cry because there doesn't seem to be an end in sight,
and i cry because i hate to see the look in their eyes-
like i'm missed while i'm there, and missed when i'm not,
like i'm not doing enough, when there's no time to stop-
i miss having time with my son and having time with my wife
i miss having time for anything but working every second of my life
i feel like im not good enough or working hard enough
i feel like im complaining and feeling this way too much-
and i believe in peace surpassing all understanding
and in a holy spirit that heals beyond what i'm feeling
and i know that this world has much worse that it handles
with families stripped from families/ nations burning like candles-
maybe i care too much about all that is me
and this very poem is an ode to selfish western thinking-
but i can't handle this
i feel brittle in bone
and i feel like i carry
all my burdens alone.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
why can’t I
find
anything,
I
can’t even
feel.
nothing seems
real
enough to
stay,
but I think
time
will bring me
peace,
or maybe
just
tangible
rest.
It’s all just
jest,
every will
burns
too fast and
turns
right into
doubt.
there is no
way
out of these
ties,
I’m burning
dry-
no end in
sight.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
throw the first stone
be the first judge
be the one not to budge
shoot the first gun
hang the first noose
be the one to refuse
be king and execute
drop the first bomb
relish in the deaths
be the first to say they deserved it
laugh at those pruned
feel pride in their suffering
make them suffer
forget about mercy
forget about love
raise yourself to be god
praise deaths in Iran
praise deaths in Gaza
call someone irredeemable
laugh at a family separated by ICE
say it was all God’s will
cite scripture out of context to backup your hate
and continue to be blind
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC
today
I pray
and trust you know
my heart
may you
show me
the way you feel
and think
grace be
in her
and love now please
abound
though she
may pray
to dead gods, still
be found
may all
who seek
find you, not what
they ask-
though pray
we may
for the wrong things,
please help
please help
me now
to love-all lost
be found
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 1:05 PM UTC
a child is lost
-
sunshine outcast
we can barely breath
-
unknown to me
but known the heart
of grief,
I sink
-
wash me with endless tormenting sorrow
and help me understand this feeling.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 12:39 AM UTC
two milkweeds talk in the rain
-
“I could never be a cactus-
the burning sun,
arid ground,
and the dry air already is enough,
but those spines-
not to be racist or anything,
but I’m not the only one that’s scared to be around them, right?
did you read the stats on how often they ***** someone?
I heard the sun cursed them long ago
for trying to steal the rain-“
“selfish ******** get what they deserve.”
-
a year later,
a drought in Austin
was so desolating
that the wetlands went dry for two months and fifteen days.
all the milkweeds in Lady Bird Johnson Wildlife died.
-
in hill country
a cactus gets a noonday sun shower,
whispering
“in all things,
rain or dry,
dessert or rivers,
I thank the sun for all,
and all that I am.”
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 4:11 PM UTC
no abacus could count
the silverware lodged in my mouth;
Land’s law tells me, “MORE!”
needs to fit in, not fall out-
the steward tells me “PRAY!”
for blessings lie in wait of faith-
blessings, blessings, blessings:
supposed sign of God’s will and grace.
lobotomized at a young age,
replaced with success, glory, rage-
boring lenses deep around my sockets,
I am poisoned forever with this image:
snakes burrowed into barns with gold in hand
while the sheep admired its shine.
as the years went by, many sheep did die
and nobody questioned why.
as a sheep I came and gold snakes I admired
but with no eyes mine sight did falter,
until with grace and prayer, then stood up my hair
when basilisk eyes grinned from the altar.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 1:30 PM UTC