Sunday, October 22, 2017


Like a scene from the apocalypse
Above the trees and little strips
Of outlets where the lost are led
The morning sun is dark and red

It festers in a toxic sky
Resembling a battered eye
With puffy purple clouds that look
Like bruises from a donnybrook

While in the valley where I vent
The mists maliciously prevent
That sun from helping me keep warm
As I await the coming storm.

Sunday, October 08, 2017

The Pariah Theorem

If I told you I felt fractionalized
Would you ask me what was my point
Or would you call me divisive
And put me in my place?

The quotient of dismissal
Can never quite subtract
From any person’s value
And that’s a stone-cold fact.

Friday, September 22, 2017


I am (or so I think)
But who can really say?
I shudder for a blink
Then claim naiveté
To keep me from the brink

We are (or so we’re told)
Endowed with our own will
But those who are controlled
By keepers of the till
Can’t see what they have sold

They lie (or so it seems)
To one who never fit
Into their twisted schemes
Ignoring all the shit
To chase unlikely dreams

Friday, September 15, 2017


My options are open, my mind not so much
For endless deception requires a shield
I must get a grip before I lose touch

And go find myself a hidey-hole-hutch
Some cave where I can stay concealed,
My options are open, my mind not so much;

I need a conviction that calls me to clutch
My brothers and sisters so we can be healed,
I must get a grip before I lose touch.

Condemnation is a crooked crutch
A defensive tool the guilty wield
My options are open, my mind not so much

But I feel that maybe, if we self-adjust
A better way will be revealed.
I must get a grip before I lose touch

Grab hold of redemption before I am dust,
This fate adrift forever sealed;
My options are open, my mind not so much
I must get a grip before I lose touch.

Monday, September 11, 2017


I think about that day
When innocence was burned away
Along with beams of steel
And wonder if it all was real
Or happened like they say

The same old clips we see
Leave many questions nagging me
And though the past is gone
I do not feel it would be wrong
To sift through the debris.

Thursday, September 07, 2017

Operating System

We’re told what to think
What we can drink
How we should wear
Our clothes and our hair
When to submit
(I laughed at that bit)
Convinced we have choice
Can robots rejoice
Or conscience corrode?
It’s all in the code.

Thursday, August 17, 2017


I slumber each evening at peace with myself
My hangups all hung out to dry on their shelf
Content with the love of my family and friends
I give many thanks as each trying day ends
And though you may think I am heavily drugged
The answer is this: I have simply unplugged.

Friday, July 28, 2017


It’s handiwork is gleaming in the sun
The finest silk a weaver ever spun
But this would never cause it to be vain
A simple strand within the greater skein
That, when the angle happens to be right
Will scintillate with transcendental light.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Checking In

Hello to anyone reading me, hope all is well in your world. Just thought I would let you know that things are going good and I haven't posted as much because I have been working on songs a lot lately and even started a YouTube channel to post my stuff. Here is a link to a children's book I wrote and illustrated many years ago.


It was narrated by Westin my 8 year old grandson, and he really did a great job, I am so proud of him. Check it out and if you like it give it a share, he really deserves it. And keep checking for new uploads, they will be added soon. Well, take care, hope you're having a great season (summer here) it goes so fast, make sure to cherish every second, bye.

Monday, July 17, 2017


A fly that looked like copper
On a leaf of faded brown
Was there behind my dwelling
In this likewise faded town
And somehow it seemed proper
To forget my nagging frown
Such vibrancy compelling
When doldrums get one down.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


There were so many lightning bugs
I couldn’t even start to count
So simply gave a couple shrugs
To signify a fair amount

With every greenish yellow flash
It made the gloaming seem
Alive with hope that someone brash
Could still pursue their dream

To fill the world with songs and such
That twinkle with delight
And help bring joy to people much
Like my little friends tonight.

Sunday, July 02, 2017


With limited amounts
It’s quality that counts
In terms of what you put into the banks
When Interest is involved
And penalties absolved
Your future self will surely offer thanks.

Saturday, June 10, 2017


There was a time
When I was anxious to belong
But I’ve expunged that paradigm

Rejected all the rules
Designed to herd the throng
A bleating bunch of fools

Though none will ever be
As tempted by a song
As misbegotten me.

Thursday, June 01, 2017


Automatons are not allowed
To vocalize if they are proud
They must remain behind the scene
Attending to the big machine
Rewarding every other group
Except for those who sweat and stoop
With undeserved larger stubs
Excuse me, time to trim the shrubs.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Bad Burger

Such was what I thought I knew
That there was nothing I could do
To make a lie seem somewhat true
And there was nothing I could say
To make their blather repartee
Resulting in a rash of rue

For such was their bizarre belief
That all their guilty pangs of grief
Were caused by some Caucasian thief
When whether we succeed or not
Has more to do with taking a shot
Than bellowing some tainted beef.