Arthur Schopenhauer
A philosopher resigned
Did point out a truth
With his pessimistic mind

He described the act of reading
Amidst his perpetual pain
As the practice of true thinking
With another person's brain

I find he is correct
In this mystic point of view
For when I read a book
I become the author too

Exoplanets spin
Maybe cosmic Seas
Wisely venture forth, dear reader
You are my identity.

I was in Poland just a few days
My son was sick in Ireland
Thankful for the doctors
Thankful for my boy

Beautiful Irish nurse
We read Harry Potter when I got back
I'm tired. Exoplanets.
Wendy wished me abundant joy

                         Yo! Oy!

A lot o little poems
Quiet along the Way
Got to see my son
Got to see my son today

Chicken kabob with rice
Basketball to play
Nap in the afternoon
Sleep my fears away

           But they stay.

Try to get hold
Fall. Fall again.
Joan of Arc was bold
France be my friend

Stories all foretold
Politics Portends
Silences of old
Silence never ends

I keep growing old
San Francisco Zen
Winter growing cold
Christmastime. Muy Bien.

I'm not a saint
Sometimes I wish I was
But I'm not
Worry for my wife
And my brother Scott

            Worry. A lot.

I like Bob Dylan's music
Seen him 7 times live
Time tick tocks
Struggle to survive

Saw him once in DC
Took two of my sons
Early Roman Kings
Please give up your guns

           have some fun

I would like to be a shaman
But I'm just bipolar
Please protect my family
Save me, sacred art

55 and falling
The world is growing colder
Small steps, small steps
Another day to start

Susan Darlene Meek
Well, I finally told her
Just a fantasy
Always so far apart

Up in the night
Pack upon my shoulder
Exoplanets spin
Just to play my part