Poems

When disenchanted,
I dream of Woody Guthrie.
I admire his stance:
'O this machine...

Among the ruins,
of what they claim is progress,
some merely survive.

My ragged prayers
are rented from the ruins
of Time. O I pray
for a little light to...

A bright silvery moon.
Shines down on a young girls face that’s painted sad.
I ask myself....

I will walk these gentle paths in Crimdon Dene,
Under the soft glow of autumnal light.
I will...

Buddhist monks building
their holy house of order,
through meditation.

The trees extricate
themselves of rusted beauty.
For autumn leaves are
falling in late...

I think
we look
at other
peoples' work
only to
ingratiate them
to...

I walked
into your
stairway

while you
confusingly
became
off...

Another phase, well I’m not leaving this lawn, what grass is green, regardless we’re ALL GONNA GRAZE, they...

I lost myself amidst who I thought I was and who I had become…They all made me, each and everyone in...

IN THESE LAST DAYS THAT ARE NOW UPON US,
WE ARE SEEING PROPHECY FULFILLED JUST AS GOD PROMISED....

When we juicing
Baby
The moons
Are your chandeliers
When we juice
Baby...

and ethereal disembodied spirits seen
from the other side of the woods
said phantasmagorical...

Parallel lines
will never intersect..

Dutifully they maintain their distance..

...

The Cross shall sustain
its burden. It will not splinter
and it will not crack
On...

O life's dream-like procession moves on like
Bright, flashing moments that cannot be caught!
...