I like to take steps And pictures The more detail I add The more the essence Fades away
Tappa tip tip tappa top The rain dribbles on the rooftop Perception seems a dream The mind harkens to media Who’s in control here? It’s silent Moist Refreshing Breaking dawn Warm coffee A beautifully temperate day
In the mid 1980's I ate blueberries in a 1950's kitchen My Grandmother sat with me She was a collector of stamps One day we sat And she shared with me For my own collection I fondly remember the days of peace When I was a child What were all the things I didn't know...
It is Christmas Day What is the most radical thing one could say? Respecting the culture of the holiday A lawyer asked And Jesus replies this way
The rain comes like a tidal wave Bringing unexpected disaster May we all prepare To love our neighbors at a moments notice And wash away the guilt Of the powerless Good luck to my friends on the rescue Come home safe I pray you find the living And comfort those in need
The snow has been falling Two days straight I cannot take the picture The flakes fade away It is something I cannot understand How to explain the snow to another man The flakes come Nearly the speed of gravity I can here the floop From the ceiling As the weight fluffs the snow From the … Continue reading Winter
I find myself sitting At the edge of road and drive As far as I got from home The land is still mine There is nowhere to go I can convince none to see Trapped in a depression Systems captured me How do we treat humans? Do we seek peace? I see ideologies vying for … Continue reading My Lonely Day