His song to sing the morrow

He sang her song of sorrow

Through dawn until tomorrow

And in turn she did borrow

His song sung unto morrow

My deepest hearts confession

In your spirit lies perfection

Mind, body, and soul

My deepest hearts confession

What a blessing it is to hold

You close when no one’s guessing

My heart strings don’t you know

Sound only for your blessing

This flame is yours to grow

As you see fit.

All I can do is all I can do

to aid you in your suffering.

The rest is up to you.

As you see fit.

My Goldfinch in flight

Chainlink memory

In the dream state of night

Unshackled reality

Through a window of light

Which pours like rain

And puddles my sight

Until ripples reflect

My Goldfinch in flight

Olympians in order of merit

I find it both fascinating and concerning

How every belief system has it’s own

Language and moral code on which to live by

Who often speak with identical regard to

A quite ambiguous, rather unknown force

But stand like Olympians in order of merit

As if gold, silver, and bronze

Were anything else but idealized metal.

95 miles

All I know is what I see

And what I see is

Indescribable

Blurring beauty

Engorge us as we drive

95 miles per hour

To Las Vegas

No matter the days happenings

No matter the days happenings,

good, bad, or ugly—

remember to remind her,

the one you love—you love her

and there’s no place you’d rather be

than with her, dreaming of tomorrow.

Love and Humanity

Don’t let Fear and Family

Turn you away

From Love and Humanity.

Smoke signals in the distance

If you need me I’ll be shit faced

What I mean is I’ll be drunk

I’ll be one among the many few

Who’ve had it with this stuff

What I mean is life in general

And habits to abhor

What I mean are people’s cycles

Like children wanting more

If you need me I’ll be blacked out

What I mean is I’ll be gone

Away from all the hear say

Far from the Wall Of Moms

What I mean is I’ll be silent

What I mean is I’ll be cured

Less sheep among the megaphone

It’s best not to be heard

If you need me I’ll be nameless

What I mean is I’ll be safe

No profit ever profited

From showing off his face

What I mean is Martin Luther King

What I mean is Malcolm X

What I mean is they will kill you

Like that guy from Nazareth

If I need you which I won’t

Look North among the pine

Smoke signals in the distance

Will tell you I am fine

But just in case you need me

I assure you that you won’t

What I mean is here’s another post

No one will ever boast

What I mean is that which serves you

Serves you and you alone

What I mean is followers in time

Will leave you to the crows.

How do I write a good book?

“How do I write a good book?” He asks.

“Read a lot of books.” I tell him. “And…

“And what?” He presses.

“Remove the word good from your vocabulary.”

Shrugging, he digs, “and replace it with what?”

“Whatever’s wrong with the world, my friend.”

“I’m listening…”

And upon waving him farewell.

“A book worth reading isn’t always easy

but it’s worth the effort.”