Poems
What Could Be a Greater Love
What Could Be a Greater Love What could be a greater love Than the workings of God thru your own human imagination? Rejoice in the wonder of who you were And of who you are becoming God growing himself through you Like stripes around a zebra Like the sun through a mess of clouds What could be a greater love Than the whisper or suggestion of a phrase You never heard before But is suddenly your own Something that could define your heart Or your time here on this version of reality Everyday of every life Is a celebration...
Call Us Home
Call Us HomeEven though The world is a mess of chaos and lies Even though despair is at your front door knocking And the hand of fate is flickering the gaslight Don’t let it alienate you from yourselfDon’t let it turn you away from your center And surrender your reason to the insanity of it all. Instead become a warrior And use it as an alarm to dig deeper To be a light In the darkness That’s tempting others into oblivion. Save yourself by making it your mission to save others. And have faith that the truth will call us...
In The Subways Of Surrender
In The Subways Of Surrender Are we just giving up our freedomSurrendering to the social shame structure And voices of hysteria Are we being led like forgotten thingsInto the graveyards of our cowardice Are we allowing liberty to be stolen As easy as a pickpocket in the subways of surrenderWith every step further into the abyss The light gets harder to seeUntil darkness becomes home And the creature you’ve becomeA hyena without dreamsBurning down the avenues Of what any of it means. Are we just giving up our freedomTo a ploy that doesn’t make much sense In a world of...
Still Dreaming to Be
Still Dreaming to BeI’m tired But we all get tired How do we wake ourselves from the brink of exhaustion and surrender And carry ourselves over the finish lineOf a race no one seems to be watching ? How do we put salvation Back on the front pageOf a paper No one is reading ?Stacked on street cornersWhere it remains undelivered. How are you delivered out of this mess? The mess of your silenceYour cowardice beating through the bravery of A Heart that forgot what it was ? But not what it could be Attached to eagle wings Flying to...