I'm so in love with Fridays Fridays Fridays
I'm so in love with Fridays
yeah hipper cooler Fridays
ya gotta love them Fridays
yum yum yummy Fridays
rubbin tummy Fridays
slappin ***-in Fridays
get your giggle Fridays
all together Fridays
I'm so in love with Fridays
Fridays Fridays

I wonder if I will ever fill the hole
The hole that I feel sometimes
The one that I always think I should fill
Whenever I feel it

When I do try to fill it
I never really know for sure
What I’m supposed to fill it with
I’ve tried many things

On rare occasions I think
Hey … that hole filled up a little bit
And then … the hole remains

Now I’m starting to think
Maybe the hole is supposed to be there
Just like it is
Whenever it is

Like an itch I can’t scratch
Something in me is programmed to fill the hole
I’m thinking again … maybe the hole is supposed to be there
Just like it is
Whenever it is

Maybe it’s the hole
That drives us to our dreams
Maybe it’s the hole
That is our muse
Maybe it’s the hole
Where compassion lives
Maybe it’s the hole
Where creativity grows
Maybe it’s the hole
Where understanding walks
Maybe it’s the hole
Where knowledge hides
Maybe it’s the hole
Where love resides

Maybe the hole
Is supposed to be there
Just like it is
Whenever it is
Maybe the hole
Can’t be filled
Maybe the hole ... is whole


P.S...  Someone close to me, when I read this poem to her, said when she heard it she kept thinking I was saying "whole" every time I said 'hole".
I thought, hey that's pretty cool ... it works although it comes from a different place. Very Cosmic!

if you hear me walk behind you
don't turn around

if you feel me getting closer
don't turn around

if you feel my tap
on your shoulder
don't turn around

if you do
i will fall
through the earth
to the other side
through the sky
past the twinkling lights

i will fall
through the webs
of woven dreams
and clasping hands
of fingers intertwined

i will fall
through spreading arms
and open hearts
through the earth
to the other side
through the sky

i will fall

Barefoot we came
Everyone loved our innocence … and joyful expression
Then we put on shoes … hmm … got more thoughtful … less innocent …
The shoes hid our feet
Our thoughts hid our joy
Now we struggle to lose our well constructed veils of thought …
and to get those **** shoes off.

I'm glad it's you ...
Cuz it had to be something new.
It had to be something fresh ...
It had to be something honest ...
Something natural ...
It just had to be.

It had to be primal ...
From a more unusual place.
All by itself ...
All of its own.

Free of fingerprints ...
Free of plan ...
Free of idea ...

Something magic ...
Something joyful ...
Always comes from love.

In infinite shapes ...
Infinite ways.

And when it settles ...
We can bow for the honor.
To feel something new ...
Something fresh ...
Something honest ...
Something natural ...

I'm glad it's you.

i have a burning in my chest ...

i am a mad poet ...


words are spilling out of my pores ...

the words that don't get used and make it to paper ...
are all over the floor ...

glad to be anywhere near me ...

knowing they have come thru me and that at any time ...
they might get the call ...


i love them as my children ...
i love them as my partners ...

i love them as my allies ...


they love me ...
knowing they were born in my blood ...

remembering how long they have waited ...
for the time to be right ...


they recognize me ...
as their father and their mother ...

they ride the burning in my chest and wait for the moment ...

knowing i am a mad poet ...

Churn churn,
This boiling *** of thoughts and versions ...
Churns itself.

Driving me to stop and breathe ...
Just long enough to take a bearing ...
Finger in the wind.

Just long enough to pause in the in-between ...
And to take back what is ours ...
What humanity is the steward of.

Have you laughed ...
The laughter of understanding?

The time for crying is past.
Enough tears have already been shed.
It's time to take back what is ours.
What humanity is the steward of.

The power of thought
Transforms all through the alchemy of love and creativity.
The alchemy of imagination ...
In humanity's hands.