lest you fall too far in love with this world-
the Sun will not always be kind
and indeed will not always shine.

You are reminded of the journey-
this is no place to settle down
-someone far greater calls you home.

Lonely time the silent partner my shroud of light untouched ?  Stone horse caravan in flight beckons to your claw , to sail the truth of force untold beyond the gaping maw .

The trees a mountainous mirage , the
well of life , the soldier’s strife .  Their patterns form a                            
vast collage , oming beckoning call of life .

Like the drips concentric circles they sing a
mighty tune , of the force that has survived the tide
to look upon the moon .  

A camel’s **** with head and trail the
universal drone .  We track across the sea of time
like unicorns we hone .  Only to become ourselves
as we forge into our home .

Tomorrow is only yesterday beyond the here
and now .  We all must strive within ourselves to
make the tortoise paw .  To stand beside the endless
river and be what we can be , until we finally
become what we all need to be .  Introspect the
bottomless key , to stand an island in the sea .

Pieces of jade in a sun bowl , the purpled
crystal queen .  The fragments of forever continue
with the dream .  Islands in the sun , speaking just
for fun , of what it is that out survives the truth
that hasn’t come .  

God bless the child that has it’s own , gladiator
that .

It's One a.m. in the psych ward.
Let's just call it 4 North.
On the table that I'm writing at is a plant,
it looks to be a member of the cactus family.
Three nurses sit behind a glass booth
and watch me with curiosity.
One of them looks to be a member of the
cactus family—or is it cacti?
Either way, I don't want her close to me.
Just now, one of the cacti-looking nurses says,
"What are you writing? "
I say, "My escape plan," without looking up.
She says,
"Very interesting."
That's one thing I've noticed in the
psych ward, everything is very interesting.
Just once, I wish they would say,
"That is the most boring load of
**** I've ever heard."
Then, maybe I'd be less inclined
to think they resemble members of the plant life.