When comes the muse
you can't step away or refuse
the words must flow, freely so
and your finest thoughts will follow

A wave is a wave,
Like a particle is a particle.
A ripple,
A droplet.

Language is not important,
For all concepts are constants.

That is,
The truly objective
And not what is perspective.
That's science!
It's fun,
You'll love it.
You live it!

What I'm saying is
That language & languages change,
The nature of any one given
And those which are still spoken.

Other such things?
They fall apart,
They collapse into dust.
Returning from whence they came.

Paper degrades, wood burns,
Clay crumbles, stone erodes -
What is it? That always which continues?
Such things as the voice of truth & of logic.

As long as there are those who speak it,
As long as there are those
Who are both willing & capable.
All of which any may choose to learn.

History shows,
Only fools don't learn it.
Wisdom knows,
Only the wise really keep it.

So many ways to reduce it!
So many ways to expand upon it!
It's all about knowing!
It's all about sharing!

I am
naked
in my thought

Safe
within my room
nestled and cocooned
I touch no one and no one
touches me

I am poet
Words barred and leveraged
for all soiled souls
who are possessed

For who finds faith
in word
without light
while searching
in the dark

Some day
you'll know
what I am not
and will throw
me away
from your thought
and say:
' Game over!'

The truth
can't be hidden
despite every pretence
or false words
that might be spoken-

people aren't fools
your secrets
will somehow be stolen

some day
it won't be long
when me
you'll know better
my every flaw
my every wrong
and say:
'  To no value
   of yours
   will I ever
   belong!'

A house upon my shoulders
with a garden for the mind,
an address the earthly body
could never hope to find

I like to think
maybe it wasn’t meant
to be goodbye just then.
Maybe we were meant
to have our lives,
to one day meet again.

Maybe on a hot summer’s day,
Under the Utah sun,
We’ll both have salt and pepper hair,
And lock eyes on the horizon.

Our hearts would stop,
and so would our paths.
Fate giving us
A second shot
to reconcile
our past.