Shooting Stars

So many things happen in life That cause us pain, anguish, or strife Things that make us question Him Be it loss, or love, or sin Moments pass when we’re astray Confused, consumed, cornered, at bay Yet if we can stay the course There exists an age old force Something that comes from within But … More Shooting Stars

Fitting In

Squares in squares, circles sit, triangles are full of it They all know just what they are; defined, described, a shooting star They all have a place to be A place that holds them, place that keeps Keeps the hardened world outside The high, the low, the any tide Normalcy is what they’re fed Waking … More Fitting In

Wildcard

I know you know I know the things that dwell inside your mind And even though that may be so there’s still much I want to find I don’t care if it’s up there and hasn’t seen the light of day Anything you say or sing it will always be okay I often wonder when … More Wildcard

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

The Pants Dance

Human behavior has become my interest, it’s no secret. Its fun to look out at the world and see what reality we’ve crafted for ourselves. Here’s one I recently realized that made me laugh. The pants dance. Yes, the battle of the sexes has been waged since the dawn of time (thanks a lot, Eve….jk … More The Pants Dance

Lie Awake

Alone tonight, can’t sleep, it’s true Cause all my thoughts, well, they’re on you Where’d you come from? Souls amiss You know, I didn’t plan for this Never thought of fonder things My mind has all these wanderings Keep it focused But wait, one sec That hug you gave around my neck It stayed with … More Lie Awake

Poe’s a Pimp

Twas Edgar Allan Poe, you see Who whispered “I know you know you want me” How’s that? She asked “Come on now, please” “They drip on my drip: POEtry” A mystery, his ladder’s rung None knew whereabouts Poe hung Still, secretly, bards’ gossip sung Pit pend’lums weren’t all that he swung That’s all it’d take … More Poe’s a Pimp