Somewhere in the trees tonight Though hidden, sits an owl I hear it through the window, ask “Whose spirit guides you now?” “Memory is not a haven” “When darkened, is the past” “Safety lies ahead for they” “Who fight until their last” Words he spoke, this owl outside Intent, I listened in I gave them … More The Old, Wise Owl
I drove in thought, as tend I do On whim, I paused as I passed through Pulled aside and spent the day Atop the bluffs, where my dog played And though he is not with me now I felt him there, some way, somehow The moss, a feel of fur it had The breeze, sound … More Cherish
A one way mirror, it must be As others see more clear than me A gaze to my left A glance to my right I know not which to join or fight Perhaps this path? To there, or here? To follow roads paved yesteryear? Misguided bones rest on false thrones Offering uncertainties Dogmas close once … More Clouded Reflections
Life is short, but long it is How does one make a play of this? There is no answer, dearest dancer All we can do is learn the step Do your best, study hard Its all a game, so learn the cards All within is saint or sin And no one knows where either’s kept … More Now Today
I ask Him where this road will go He answers, saying “I don’t know” “Your path: its paved by you alone” “And every act lays one more stone” My mind, it mulls these words he spoke So many thoughts they do provoke No longer shall I wonder “where” For its the “now” that gets me … More A Step at a Time
What comes next I want to know My mind needs mending Madly so Fear is part of everything The why behind the why behind The good, the bad, the greatest deed Fear is there with its own kind Madness, Anger, Lust, Contempt They’re all part of its posse, see And if it isn’t held at … More After Life
Perspective. It’s a well known concept, of course. After all, everyone’s heard the whole “forest from the trees” type thing. Yes, perspective. It really does matter. In fact, it matters a LOT, because without perspective, we’d all be trapped within our own tiny little boxes, just waiting to tell someone why we are right, and … More Perspective
Ravens speak darkness while Frost speaks of snow But tormented minds share a likeness, you know Rather than rhythm repeating tempo I’ll ink what I think as the rules I let go Words are not wisdom they’re just thoughts that we think And letters are naught but concepts that you shrink Shrink into something that … More Communicate
How the World Should Work 