homicide
is
externalized
suicide
Hope You’re Listening
a whole bunch of words
said nothing
essence of the substance spoken
abandoned
and although
I believe I said something
the missing magic
rendered the words as letters
empty and separate
even though some
still may like the theatrics
of what is said
the mind loves tricks
amusement misses mark of mastery
but the ever ominous they
too, have something to say
and with all that is said,
nothing, at all was said
but I still feel like
I have so much more, to say
silence may fulfill this urge best
hope you’ll hear me
To each Generation Regenerated
“I got an oat, stuck in my throat”
and from my voice
till the field I yield
for there’s a seed at your feet to reap
so-to-speak
What is Reason, for the Selfish Mind?
the selfish irony of
receiving counsel
on patience and setbacks
from a lifer
was lost on me
until now
Illusions as Good as Reality
my lower god said,
I got this!
my higher God said,
I got that!
my lower god said,
I got me!
my higher God said,
I got you!
battling within myself
pendulum of problem and solution
seemingly the problem is more enticing
than the solution
at least down here,
I keep my illusions of
power and control!
My Words to You, Gift-Wrapped
I got you a God-given gift
it’s my God-given gifts
because God gives and gets
so I give it up
and give it all
to God
to get the World and the Girl-
my God-Given Gift!