Eerily in the morning
I tend to follow rules
But...
rhyming in good timing
lack a certain cool!

When evening passion flows
my soul resumes it’s journey
my word in hot pursuit
to express a primal yearning

Stings of my guitar
bend from black to *****
connecting all the patterns
fast fret rockabilly groves!
And…
I’ve been known to play a bit
of jazzed soak blues…

The days are long
for a bard such as me
For…
I come from Traverse City
with a guitar on my knee!

My muscles are fatigued
So will you please
Hold this world
For me?

Politics are enraging
a running with the bulls
I use to follow reverently
My anger rarely cooled

Math is but patterns
repeating through our lives
love doesn’t adds up
equity with our strife

Science is quite random
our awareness of measurements
try to rap your mind around
an abyss of happenstance

History forlorn
a past of cultural lies
beware the tellers of the truth
for the end is always nigh

Psychology interesting
‘til ya figure it out for yourself
Freud would have us all
living in a state of doubt

Quantum Physics
a subject that takes me home
to the matrix
of my soul
where I'm subject to be
never alone!

A white lie is still a lie!
behind trivial reasoning
there always hides
an out right lie
……..

While running amuck
through life's despair's
I read the book of love
and you best beware's

Magic glories
  impossible feats
the breath of new life
enlightened me!

Sort of a firm footing
but more a stumble
my religious heart
caught the ball an fumbled

Sooner then later
We fall down again
Oh you can deny and you can pretend
But the book was corrupted
In the bitter end!

Now may you find God within!

I know your out there
I can feel your presence!
"Your life force is very special to us"
Your consciousness shines
Brighter than the multitudes!

Your poetry is a conscious flow
You’re resonating
With the music of the spheres
You are firmly connected
There a good reason
That we are all here!

🙏
We know you're there
You're not alone
It time to post another poem!

When I feel loved
my mind goes straight to doves
they seem full of love

When they fly in two they are like
the sun and the moon
They work together better in
the warm weather

Then be apart in the sad untold cold
so as I looked in sky I was thinking
about seeing my dove one more time