Father, Forgive

Father, please forgive us We know not what we do We’re lost right now and yet somehow We still reach out to you Perhaps it’s desperation A required, soft respite No matter case, look at my face You’re needed now, tonight Your creation got creative It took hold of the reigns And yet I fear … More Father, Forgive

Car Rides

Mr. Baxter loves car rides He hops inside and then he hides Below his blanket, I see a claw Coming from his tiny paw I turn the key and we’re like “vroom” He has his seat and all that room Laying down, his head held low Until I open the window He pops right up, … More Car Rides

The Backwards

Majestic Mr. Baxter Looking at His lands Loving all the people Created by pawhands He princes and He prances As He watches human dances A lovely ballerina Sees, says “I shall let” After all, it was His gall To invent the pirouette It was this Dog that made it all The them, the you, the … More The Backwards

My Firing Range

Some may find it strange, how I built this firing range, it houses all the darkness and emotions that I feel It’s closed to other guests because it’s where my conscience rests, I know in here there is no fear and everything is real The structures made of glass so I can see through at … More My Firing Range

Here

I don’t care where you have been For your past, or any sin All that matters is right now and that you’re here with me today All the feelings now upon us You can tell me – just be honest I know I’ll feel the same no matter what you think you’ll say I’ve been … More Here

My Pweematry

In the 10th grade my English teacher taught me very much Like how to read and write real good and grammar things and such But one thing that eluded me was how it always seemed to seem That she struggled with this word so much, she called a poem: “pweem” “What’s this” you ask? “What’s … More My Pweematry

Poe’s a Pimp

Twas Edgar Allan Poe, you see Who said to her, “You know it’s me” “Oh yeah, how’s that?” “Come on girl, please” “Because you’ve read my poetry” A mystery, his ladder’s rung No one knew where this Poe hung But psst – a secret: the bards all sung *That pend’lums not all that he swung* … More Poe’s a Pimp

Am I Crazy?

Am I crazy? Probably But let’s keep that ‘tween you and me Sure, I think – I think a lot I think and think and think and think and tie my brain into a knot Maybe I’m supposed to think about the things the news tells me Maybe I’m supposed to think about what gets … More Am I Crazy?

Influencer

It relieves to think things out How everybody gained their clout Well maybe not all of the crowd Just all the ones that they allowed Buying likes like it’s a game Admit it love, you’re all the same You act and you pretend to care But there is nothing ‘side of there You are empty, … More Influencer

Lost

Suns can set horizons high And yet we know, the time is nigh Drifting ever closer, near The things I’ve heard I can’t unhear There is always time and place You write things you want to erase Just to find the pencils broke What’s spoken always remains spoke If only it could go away If … More Lost

Amends

I know you’ve been there all this time I lost the rhythm to my rhyme I know you waited patiently To find myself – the me in me Please understand I give my hand I’m sorry I took it away I lost myself amongst this land There’s not much more that I can say There … More Amends

We Are One

Though you are gone, I won’t forget For you are still among us, yet Whispering your wise old words As I sit listening, among the birds I look to you. Look up, you see? I stand before you on my knee Grateful for the words you gave On how to love, how to behave Tacitus, … More We Are One

Cancel Culture

Convictions rest on strongest wills But why make mountains out of hills? Declaring war for stubborn sakes And making oceans out of lakes Despite the things you think you mean That’s not a river, it’s a stream The water’s current needs to slow Know you reap what things you sow These thoughts, they drift inside … More Cancel Culture

The Lonely Violin

The Lonely Violin I want so much to leave these things I want so much to still these strings I want, so much, a calm within Please slow your tempo, violin Your music brings the light of day I know this, love, it leads the way The songs you sing are beauty, yes Yet torment … More The Lonely Violin