Religion like playing with Fire
The burning in the mind

The intensity so deep
The beauty and terror kind

Revolutions often come
Gandhi and Dr. King

The tyrants grow suspicious
When the people gather and sing

Exoplanets now being found
Billions more to find

Cosmic fire immensity
Alien design?

The wish for female friendship
Deep within my soul

The male intellect can be madness
Need her to make me whole

But she is far from here
I wander solo in the night

The stars come out to play
Yearning yellow blue moonlight

Silence is my hope. Silence no one hears.
She is in the silence.  Dearness in my ears.

The poet's responsibity
Said Mr. Eliot
Is to purify the dialect of the tribe

Dylan destroys "It is what it is"
I laugh out loud
The Vibe!

Basketball in the darkness
Prayers for my children far away

The country in deep danger
Stay observant, he says. I stay.

Sleeping late again
Soon need to find a job

Kingdom like a thief in the night
Sneakily to rob

Many times in my life
Crying spells (I sob)

I can still bounce pass
Can also throw a lob

Jesus is the Door
I trembling touch the ****

I wonder what's behind?
Zip! Zap! Zob!

Every sorrow can be borne
Said Isak Dinesen
If you can put it into a story.

I've grown used to being ignored
Ignored and overlooked

Beside me on my bed
Moby **** my book

I like to eat at taco trucks
But I can't good cook

Chewbacca is a Wookie
(But his friends just say, Hey Wook!)

Something shamanic in me
I hope a wounded healer

The poems began to come
Bipolar revealer

Something shamanic in me
Something karmic too

Just like Mr. Markson
Do the best that I can do

O Carrboro! See me through.