At my best I resist
At my worst I fall down
A little Chicago snow
Dublin bus through town

Fatherhood is joy
Keep them safe and strong
Maybe GMU
Mr. Harry Wong

At my best I resist
Please keep me moving ahead
All these little poems
Soon I will be dead

                   Dread.

No one important
Just as well
Couldn't handle fame

Lina and Doon
Ishmael
He has become a Name

Quiet nights
Boring days
A little basketball

Rickey Henderson
Willie Mays
40 storeys tall

         Tak

I waken at 3 a.m
Gentle rain again

Nothing to do but listen
In my solitude ...

I wrote poetry
Because I could not contain

The fear fills and spills
The silences remain

I lay here quiet and still
This world of virus pain

Blue sky at my window
Wishes in my brain.

this world is an illusion
         we suffer soul contusions
                    struggle amidst confusion ...

                           the Ocean! ...

Grey day blues again
walking. talking. stalking.
           Ordinariness

basketball under a full moon
my son and I discuss

Michael, Kareem, the Greek Freak
Larry Bird, now Zion near us

the stars shine down in glory
this beauty I try to trust

we shoot, we walk, we talk
play the Game of Life we must

My son at play today
             Gracias
              Xie Xie

I'm attracted to sacred spaces
Cathedrals, mosques, and temples

A squared plus B squared equals C squared
See, now isn't that simple?

I also like to ride trains
Tokyo, Stockholm, Taipei

If she showed up tonight
I wouldn't even know what to say

                       Aliens?

                        I pray.

most religion not very believable
confusion, guilt, power
The Daughter indeed will come
But no man knows the hour

I like sci-fi movies
A bit obsessed by Dune
Girl with the Pearl Earring
In our kitchen Flaming June

Gratitude for Andy
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Clear Fall day
Bangkok, Siem Riep

                Asia ...

Said Pascal.

Beware Greeks bearing gifts
A lesson lately I just learned

It's the meek we need to uplift
And those who've been rejected

           and been spurned.

Why does there appear not to have been one word written about Jesus until he is mentioned by Josephus more than fifty years after his death?

not fully sure
whence comes the urge to write

just read and taught for years
my own poems not in sight

it’s true, I find that rhyme
brings a curious delight

now my home is all alone
the moon still glowing bright

mental illness, mental health
the dark, the spark - kite flight

I'm Cameron Crain. CC. This is Anna Andresian. AA. We're friends.

Anna: Frenemies.

Cameron: oh **! :)

Midnight in Paris
Zelda and Scott

Imagining time
As time now is not

If time is an ocean
And timelessness heaven

The bell I hear tolling
22:37

The priest said life can come from death
The people sang Spanish songs

When anxiety attacks I find my breath
Move along now. Move along.

Read a couple books about Mexico
But never been myself

Mr. Vasconcelos did Pythagoras know
Richard Rodriguez on my shelf

Toledo's taqueria
Will Ferrell's elf

Salud. To your health!

poems perhaps vastation
repressions from my nation
expression is salvation
relief not relaxation
against suicidal ideation...

                    Resistance!

This aspect of my soul
That reaches for the heights

Then comes crashing down
Can’t find the night’s delights

The loftiness and anger
Frighten me at times

This perhaps is why
I drive for hidden rhymes

I pray to remain humble
Yet resist our hateful days

No hero, no glory story,
Just a fighter for wonder Ways.

My middle schools
A poem a day
       Emily.

I tried to be a good teacher
Don't know if I was

Reading aloud is fun
I did it often because

Stories offer hope
In a universe of pain

And stories teach our children
To listen and remain

Attentive to the world
Attentive to each other

Attention is the Way
To continue and recover

According to Simone Weil

Bangkok to Boston
      a moment’s notice
              raindrops, snowflows

Poe Museum in Richmond
          Black flowers
          Unhappy hour

Memories in my mind
Seattle, Vienna, Tel Aviv
Satellite Beach, Florida
Hutch, Mike, and Steve

             Lost. Retrieve.

I told him Call me Ishmael
He said he'd call his son

Does the District know me?
Why then no action done?

I worked at Moby ****
My shirt on in the photo

I traveled to Japan
Golden Temple in Kyoto

We need a Revolution
The deaths accumulate

Destiny is possibly
The sunny side of Fate

I hope and pray caloh! callay!
That it's not too late

Unhappy Hour

Ice and snow
Yoko yo yo
       Zero

History as Horror
      Extinction
           Zero

Long lines for funnel cakes and corn dogs
                   And AR 15s
                      America

I pray at the Celtic Cross
But all I am is silent

Aging is loss upon loss
Nature is inherently violent

I don't believe there is life after death
But I do believe in gifts

Kiss her on the cheek for me
Letters lead to lifts

Me:  Why is this happening to me?  Every time I write I feel like I am having insights, poetic and philosophical ones.  Then I get panicky, scared, guilty, paranoid.

My (Turkish) psychiatrist:  Every insight is terrifying.  And that's how bipolar works.  Bipolar disorder is good for society.  It's the way society creates new things, especially new music, poetry, and art.  But it is bad for the person who has it which is why so many of them **** themselves.  So don't go to extremes.  This culture not worth it.  And take your meds.

Me:  Thank you, doctor.

At the edge of the Catholic Church
Right now only outside
We walk in Copenhagen
We walk in Malahide

Prince on my record player
Cannot be denied
What I hope she says:
He tried, he tried, he tried.

Satellite Beach, Florida
1986
Dreamed of her 3 nights ago
Snakes and ***** licks

Barnes and Noble bookstore
Watching Syriana
Ayutthaya, Angkor Wat
Shunyata, Nirvana

            Come as you are ...

At the edge of paranoia at times
Terrible feeling within
Todd means Fox
Thomas means the Twin

Time tick tocks
Exoplanets spin
Courage going forward
Despite my fears and sins

Don't know how it ends
Wait, slowly wait
One for Vincent Van Gogh
One for my wife Cate

          Destiny, not Fate.

At the end of the day
It's just words
But we are the language animal
Words are what we do

At the end of the day
Twilight
Then nightfall
Then the moon and the stars

                 Midnight blue

.......Walking to the sidewalk....
Black man, purple alien shirt
             We talk UFOs
                    Alert

Wishin' to be good
More than great
Dreaming of destiny
More than fate
Truly 87
More than 88

         Wait.

with every death
the whole world ends

with every birth
it begins anew

in solitude
for foes and friends
a fish, a wish, a who.

Man's helplessness in a meaningless universe.

- Samuel Beckett

If there are multiple universes, I think Marty Scorcese is a priest in one of them. I bet he is a good one.

Said Roger Ebert.

Me: Here it is boys. The painting by Salvador Dali I wanted to show you. It's called the Sacrament of the Last Supper.

My son Calyx: Jesus is a girl?

Become what you receive
Says the young Franciscan friar

I devour bread and wine
Pray they take me higher

Pope Francis speaks much truth
Donald Trump's a liar

I seek not power and riches
Dearness my desire

The office makes me want to write
Do something with words
Owl of Athena
Ravensong of birds
I majored in philosophy
Finally she heard
Theology is madness
And I'm a theonerd

           Allured.

At the Poe Museum today
I used to teach the Raven
Both of us bipolar
Me still in need of savin'

Richmond in the Fall
Me here in my car
Edgar Allan Poet
Wish upon a star

       American classrooms
                 Irish bars
             Spanish Mars?

perhaps it's all just blind chance
     honeymooned in Italy and France
                 Still Shiva is Lord of the Dance …


                                   like Michael Clayton
                              (I keep watchin' and waitin')

The deepest mystery, of course,
Emerges when you enter the Silence

Silence surrounded by stillness
Beyond this world of whyness

Words no longer spoken
No need to be or not to be

The eyes are in your heart
The ears now can see

                      Eternity