Therapy

Toes on the beach
Leaves me speechless
Lost in time
Clouds on the climb
Sky is reachless

Mind in the sand
Gives me bedrock
Found on the wave
Pain in the grave
Peace and joy in wedlock

Heart on the ocean
Takes my sorrow
Seeks a new story
Bottomless quarry
Mining the treasure of tomorrow

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Pray for Heaven

Too many memes
To cover our screams.
Tell us to pray
And wish it all away.

Pray for Vegas

Our thoughts and prayers
Fall on dead ears.
Those victims are gone.
That gun has been drawn.

Pray for Orlando

Cut through the night
With muzzle flash light.
When will I succumb
To Madman overcome?

Pray for Dallas

Hunker down now.
Kneel and bow.
Live in fear.
My rights are clear.

Pray for Newtown

How many deaths
Are required for checks?
How many guns
Are required for one?

Pray for Columbine, Denver, San Bernardino, Virginia, Paris, London…

ETC.

Pray for the whole fucked-up world.


This isn’t about protecting your home. This isn’t about one pistol or rifle for sport. This is about limiting Goddamn military hardware for crazies. It shouldn’t be your right (and it isn’t BTW) to collect an arsenal. Well-regulated, I believe it says! And we’re not.

I’m tired of thinking and praying because the men in power who can control our safety aren’t listening. Gun manufacturers profit from the death of innocents.

Pray for Heaven to have Its way. This isn’t heaven.
This is hell and the NRA is the red one with the automatic rifle, horns, hooves and pointy tail.

Punkin

Horseman rides
Without a head
Pumpkin placed
In facial stead

Seeds for brains
Candle for eyes
On this dark night
His ghost will rise

Sword in hand
Out for blood
The streets will run
With crimson flood

Don’t be caught
In the lane tonight
Or you might suffer
More than a fright

Keep your head
And wits about
Stay inside
While the Horseman’s out

halloween


An early Halloween story. It’s October. It’s allowed.

Grow

If you want to change the world
You have to open your eyes
Take a good, long look in the mirror
And start with those well-told lies

If Life isn’t what you hoped it would be
Simply start again
Cut down the dark, jumbled jungle of Past
And let rain remove the pain

To see new sprouting bits of promise
It may take a moment to flourish
Don’t lose heart or faith
In time, your garden will astonish

Keep your soil watered and clear
The dawn is coming soon
Just wait for the sun to rise
And witness all your flowers in bloom

Uncharted Sea

2 Timothy 1:7

For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love and self-discipline.

Find what it is, or where it is, that you should be and live with fervor for God Almighty. There’s no time to do less than that.


If God is the wave
And we are the ocean
Let Him move us along
With faithful devotion

Water is deep and still until
It is acted upon by wind
It doesn’t fear, but simply responds
And that’s where living begins

You may be carried far
Be brave and take the blows
Hold on for the ride of your life
Allow the highs and lows

If you can’t raise your anchor and sails
If you can’t submit to Force
You can’t gain new ground
Without trusting the course

If you have faith in God
Look to the stars for hope and relief
You’ll be amazed at the treasures you’ll find
In sailing beyond the reef.

 

Coconuts and Clouds

Newly fallen coconuts
And cauliflower clouds
Blue-soaked sand
Hosts of shells in crowds

Sing to the birds
Call them from shore
Raise anchor and sail
And drop my oar

Meditate on waves
Sleep below the sun
Kissed by gentle rains–
Falling stars have come undone

Fish swarm
Water’s warm
Shadows form
Gathering storm

Wait for thunder, run for cover
Laughing the entire way
Joy to the bones when we make it home
That’s enough beach for today

 

Rusted Relationships

Parked out back
Rusted out truck
Pushin’ up peonies
Forgotten or stuck

Ain’t goin’, nothin’ doin’
Just sittin’ there now
It’s a bed for crickets
Scratchin’ post for Cow

I wish you were my bed again
Sleepin’ under the stars
Takin’ me every place
Like a string of old boxcars

We wouldn’t have to go
Never turn those tires
I’d simply think of where
And you would spark those fires

Like a child, grip the wheel
Dream of great, big skies
Visit the past, where we find at last,
The vast wonder of wandering lies

Curl up cozy on your smooth, old lap
Smell of well-worn leather
Rolled-up, dusty blanket
When we’re in for colder weather

I hear you callin’, askin’ me,
“Honey, where you been?”
It’s not that I haven’t wanted to play
I really do miss you, Friend

Footprints

I love the story Footprints in the Sand. If you haven’t read it, go read it now. I grew up with this story on my mother’s wall. It was a pretty picture with the prose mounted in a frame. Did you know that no one claims ownership of this story? Author unknown. That’s kinda cool, too.

I know some people might think it’s cliched. But that’s only because it was so popular. Read it again though. As if reading for the first time. It’s still good because there’s a surprise. Good writing has a surprise.


There are more than just two sets
Of footprints on my beach
There are prints everywhere you look
As far as the eye can reach

One set for God
One set for me
A thousand sets for everyone else
Who has walked along my sea

I don’t do life alone
And the sand is never smooth
Loving other people
Requires one to move


Evidence of life
Is not a car/house/money
It is well-worn shoes

Sweet

I’ll chisel out a bowl
Carve out some good
Cradle you to my mouth
In a handmade spoon of wood

Show you all my kindness
Grant you every gift
Scoop out all my sugar
Shake down snow through my sift

I’ll believe all your words
I’ll watch all your stars
I’ll follow all your moons
I’ll heal all your scars

Meet me here
Come close, Dear
Love is near
Trembling fear

It doesn’t have to hurt
Not everyone’s a liar
I just want to warm myself
Beside your lovely fire