Bullseye

Bullseye I wonder why it seems so difficult For people to simply be themselves Why do I always feel I have to put on a mask Simply to walk the daily throes of life itself? Maybe this is why there is bipolar so rampantly Devouring the minds and hearts of the children of men For…

Chasing

Chasing I get tired of chasing inspiration I get frustrated with interruptions This ever-gnawing, ever-present desire Something beyond words, a burning fire So deep within I cannot see it nor hear it Yet I most assuredly can feel it It is my life calling me forth It is life itself calling me into the beyond…

Reclining

Reclining I could sit here in this chair all day Pondering the mysteries and wonders before me And when the day is over and done I am deeper into the struggle than ever before Knowing less but feeling more Closer to You than ever before Closer to me I can watch the sweeps dance across…

Shadows on the Parking Lot

Shadows on the Parking Lot I walk along during the late afternoon The sun still high enough to make it like mid-day The geometric shapes of shadows line the bay They have changed But yet they still are patterns I wonder why all these patterns All these equations All these predictabilities Come from One Who…

Sensing

Sensing I have sensed the poetic Yet I have yet to engage it That delight seems to flit around in great whimsy and flight When I try to approach it with determination and might It surely just whisps away Or possibly I might squash it like an annoying ant Under the padding of my thumb…

Simple

  Simple Sometimes I just try too hard to be poetic Trying to turn every little detail of the day into something profound All the while life stands there beckoning in all its grand simplicity A conversation A smile A beautiful face The clouds The mountains The rain All these things in short refrains That…

Call to Arms

Call to Arms There is nothing quite like the emptiness Of a poet’s mind and heart Staring at this blank piece of paper With an even blanker mind The heart numb The spirit still And though my heart and soul and will Long for a deep expression The minutiae of the day Have drained it…