Samuel Jack was forty six In his first big gig: that flick Pulp Fix Martha Stewart was no name Till forties came, then she gained fame Guess who else was in their fours When striking gold: yup, Henry Ford There was another forty-man You might know him: Abraham McDonalds serves both me and you Ray … More It’s Fickle, Fame
You want to know what stands between The things they write, and what I mean? Not one word have I wrote and thought I hope this is something they bought The words I write aren’t things to sell They’re all just stories that I tell Art is not a craft of number Art is lightning, … More My Sacred Psalm
Seven cities, froze in time, sit upon this realm of mine I gave them will and stopped ‘fore eight, and rest to watch what I create I let them build and make their own, and don’t influence how they’ve grown City One seems to dictate, and writes that rights are of the state What the … More Seven Cities, Froze in Time
Calm yourself, come closer, near For there’s a sound that I wish you to hear Close your pretty eyes, love, and just try to listen in Yes, I see you grinning to the tune of violin Lay down the things around you All the weight those shoulder’s bear Step into my room, love Shut out … More Life’s True Journey
Devices that are literary, I sent to them a day’s invite. RSVP has been unclear, I don’t know who I expect tonight. Maybe we’ll be joined by awe-inspiring Alliteration. Always assuming at the alter that it’s allowed to join our station When he arrives, I’ll check the door. For I’ve been waiting, Metaphor. Join us … More Steward of the Written Word
Thoughts race through my mind, tonight. In darkness I am cursed to write for in my realm, there’s little light. No pattern plagues this black ink pen, it only bleeds what’s held within. Every evenings dear to me, for ‘tis the only time I’m free. Free of false facades by day, I cherish every night … More Proverb 23:7
The gig is up, my liege and lord Nobody cares for gold no more Materials no longer rule Hoard your riches – look a fool This is the Age of Reason, friend For vanity became your end You cared more for that soft, pressed shirt Than houses made of mud, and dirt You want to … More The Song of Mockingbird
You ask me, why spend life so bottled in? Why not go out, enjoy the world? I’ll tell you love, here, come right in But first let me untie what’s curled Sometimes we want to get away Forgetting what we saw Others, they just prance and play Not knowing how we’ll someday fall What year … More Brothers in Arms
Listen, please. I must know how. I have so much to say right now. My mind is tearing me from Thou and begging me to disavow. Is this something I should allow? I need to know right here, and now. I’ve every reason not to fall yet here I stand before and bow. Why won’t … More Sincerely Signed
Someone has to light the fuse For He has prophets He can use Who among us will ignite The fire we’ve begged for all night? Burning down judgmental lies And through the burning ash, arise New life that now is given to The ones who worship without “who” For if there is a God above … More Faith, So Fickle
How the World Should Work 