Actually
I can imagine
Who I want to be
But could that ever truly be me
All the time and hard work
To cause a change within
Yet I keep on showing up
Acting like Tim
Perhaps to actually change
Takes a near death awakenings
And so we’ll finally learn our lessons
In the final quickening!

Every time I’m alone
I get the overwhelming urge to write more poems.
The creative vibe adds to this experience of joyous content.
The contemplations of life
I do not lament.
I let my spiritual intelligence
fill my heart with the math of love.
This extends far beyond the physical hug.

There are no good guys
Nor hero’s of the day
Only our leaders
Lying to our face
We cope with false hopes
Forever on parade

Live together or die apart
Display your true self
Within your art
Question your universe
Question your God
Construct a reason
For who you are
Both winner and loser
Simultaneously
Learn to swim
Through life’s misery

Take it all in deep
And hold it there
Then you’ll know
Why we’re here.

I travelled the Mediterranean coast
when I was young
Such a beautiful landscape
Carefully carved from stone
Castles and cathedrals
Extravagantly designed
The marriage of man and divinity
In a Jubilee ancient time

Unfortunately
The ghost of my ethnicity
No long prevails
If there’s no forest or rivers
I call that hell
I’ll take the winter
I’ll wait for the season to change
Find me not in any city
Nor any kind of desert terrain

Out here is where I’ll stay!

Hate is dangerous.
Love is safe.
Time is a line
Limited by fate

On the other side
Nothing exists
Accept of course
An infinite waiting list

You don’t want to end up there
So enjoy your life
While you’re still here

The laws of the universe
are written in repeating patterns.
Complicated crystals of consciousness.
Cooperation is a balancing force.
Survival of the fittest
is but death and war.
These laws are not just mine,  they’re ours.

I must confess
I keep pictures of slave-owners
Well more or less
In my wallet
Sea-foam green
Fine frog hairs
Cash I mean
Picture printed on the backs of hemp
Were they heroes or merely slave owning wimps?

Even my coins are incline
They shine the barbarism of our kind
Every penny, quarter, nickel and dime
Somehow they spend just fine

Smash the statues
Change their names
From your cultural war
I will abstain

Yet I need my money just the same!

Who says that there was a beginning?
Surely an end could never be!
Unless of course we start at
the moment you pledged your love to me!

Sure, there is scripture that backs genocide.
Do us all a favor,
close that book and throw it away!