Comedy can mock tragedy
As long the lion stays in it’s cage

Some days are like a dog
that won’t quit barking
An alarm that goes off
to stay on all day
until the sun sets
and the moon rises
Even then, there can only be
a temporary cease-fire with the
agreement that it all may begin again at first light

One can spend a lifetime
scaling down expectations
to fit in the same space
with one’s limitations

Nothing like heavy suffering
to appreciate the lighter weight
of it’s absence

War is best served by youth
For it has not yet
Had the time
To perish the thought of dying

As it was
in the beginning
So, it is now
You can’t know
happiness
Unless, you learn how
to shed the last tear of the just
and forever hold your peace

Adults are but older children
Who have outgrown their parents
In search of better supervision

Men who really don’t want peace
want only a respite from war
Adrift on high seas
and without the disease
are those who won’t come ashore

Marriage is an emulsion
Of love and truth
Not a solution

Every second
of every minute
of every hour saved
is then sacrificed
to the gods of technology
It is an evolution of sorts
where people are beginning
to merge with machines
Humans of an earlier time
will eventually become known as “the ancient ones”
and will stand on rungs closer
to the Neanderthal than to cyborgs

It's easy for me
to love folly in a child
with a heart so pure, innocent,
and wild

Heavier is the heart
that has aged from the weight of history

Time is the great conqueror
and we must bend hard to it’s will
For it is a powerful tyrant
and cares not for our petty notions
of immortality

I can see the world
through a murky lens
clouded by storms
of my making
And if I am cursing
that which I can’t see
then, it’s only myself
I’m forsaking

Maybe in accepting
the pain in ourselves
we might see all
that it is offering
and maybe the resistance
not the pain itself
is causing most
of the suffering

Care not
what you ought
and what you were taught
or your life
may be void
of any original thought

Can’t seem to read
between the lines
Can’t seem to see
the shades of gray
The adults in the room
have much work to do
if the children
are to remain at play

The longer we live
the less we know
and the more
everything
becomes our teacher

We are but the dingy bubbles
born on the ***** river
oblivious to
it's tired and straining liver

Oh sometimes
how the grateful mistake
scratches the itch
of self-loathing

Forgive my sins
for they are great
and wish my past
be not my fate
I pray my heart
be void of hate
and hope this prayer
is not too late

Can there be any greater gift
than the lesson of how to be happy
Too many students
not enough teachers

Why can’t my soul
quiet my mind?
They don’t seem
to be on the same page
One is in a place
I can’t seem to get to
the other
in a world of rage

There’s more to you
than your problems
There is more to life than fun
Most of us have much to learn
so, you aren’t the only one

There is no place in which to flee
There is no place to hide
Running is no solution
The ones who know have tried

There are no easy answers
to questions no one asks
But, if you can find
who you really are
you can toss that heavy mask

It is said there’s a woman,
For every man,
But it's not written in stone,
Only written in sand

To be yourself
or not to be yourself
That is the question

Wise man say that if one is tired of
gaining weight at mere glance of food, one need only wear blindfold to dinner table

If the recipe for a happier life
demands a better attitude
then we need as determined chefs
to serve more dishes of gratitude

Music is a language
spoken by so few
yet, inspires so many
To be not deaf
and not hear it
would be a cruel twist
of irony

My we revel in the here and now
releasing ourselves from tomorrow
Time ill spent can’t be returned
and we don’t know how much has been borrowed

Miserable are those
whose weight of themselves
has become so heavy
as to care so little about others

Men of a martyr
Live on the outer
Like disciples of Christ
Who are so enticed
To follow a message
To live like they oughta

Fear stares at an open grave
And yearns for home

I err,
therefore I am

Truth is truth
until proven rotten
Lies are lies
But seem never forgotten

Wise man say
the worth of a day
and the serene of between
it's highs and lows
lies not in what one does
for oneself
but, lies in what one
does for others

It is easier
to be ourselves
acting as someone else

That which is
clearly smothering us
is strangely
what we can’t live without

As I lay me
down to sleep
I pray for slumber
long and deep
I hope to go
where there are no borders
harsh commands
or marching orders
A dream of where
I have no fear
to do the things
I can’t do here
I want to go
where I can fly
with no concern
about how high
And when I wake
I’d like to know
That there’s some place
I can always go

To be free

I’d rather
the consequences
of 6 days in sin
than suffer the hypocrisy
of repentance on Sunday

Say goodbye
to the days of summer
as we ponder Autumn’s waking
It’s warm memories
fall from the trees
forgotten until Spring’s remaking

Love is that random act of kindness
that we think we don’t have the time for

Whisper what you want of me
How much longer can I wait?
My hearing really is quite good
though I don’t always see too straight
I sit beneath a starry night
listening for a sign
But alas
more hours pass
that seem like a waste of time
Whisper what you want of me
I grow tired of the wait
I want to know the secret
before it is too late
What is it that you want of me?
Maybe I can’t see
if I’m asking you above
or if I’m asking me

Anxiety is fear
that has nowhere to go
So we route it to places
we hope it won’t show
Before it gets strong
we move it along
before it gets fed enough
to flourish and grow

Wise man say: “There are too many ways to look the fool without
arguing with one.”

When you can’t make
the perfect biscuit
When you can’t have
the perfect life
Just say “yes”
to this perfect moment
to see the fiction
in your strife

Pain makes
narcissists of us all
Only Jesus

Assuming that mere words
could be something other than
feeble expressions of the truth
we call a person honest
at the sheer surprise
that he does not lie

Confront the wolf
that nips at your heels
if you grow weary
of running
You can always keep trying
to outrun the beast
but, it’s faster than you
and more cunning

As I sit in the backyard
and savor the serenity
of the sun setting over a tree
I truly know
this moment of tranquility
is but a whistle stop for me

The anecdote to a child's trauma
is found in a mother's face
If only a shot
of this unconditional love
could be given to the whole human race