We think we’re SO important
in this tiny world of helter-skelter
everything is fleeting fashion
“nothing matters except me” mentality.
Does all the scoria we do and act out
really matter in a universe of wonder
(tearing trash asunder) such as this?
Our petty lives must bore to death
so much that we in all our me-ful
emptiness create a yawning chasm
resting on a crutch (earth ash cremate)? Read the rest of this entry »
It’s treason for a traveller of time
to put down granite roots as if to stay.
Inserting more than tent pegs here’s a crime.
The secret truth is this: Life’s just a day!
Therefore, three years is merely but an hour
and every year is twenty minutes flat.
Such knowledge spirit-vision should empower;
new thrust to carpe diem and all that. Read the rest of this entry »
The ones who do not mind the other seeing inside their hearts;
the ones whose heartfelt overtures will never be false-starts;
the ones who are always open books rather than closed reactions;
the ones who are full of inner joy with no dissatisfaction;
the ones who aren’t offended or triggered when others speak truth or get real;
the ones who know with ease and grace with their hearts to wholly feel; Read the rest of this entry »
[If you think you know the answers to the 2 riddles in the song below, send me an email to firstname.lastname@example.org and if you are correct I will send you a free download link to one of my music albums!]
It shines in the shadows;
it shines where the sun shines least.
It lights up the basement
and the feeding grounds of the beast.
You can always see it coming
and run from its rays, if you please. Read the rest of this entry »
In a world in which the living stream of love
(true love) is only one inch deep (or less),
profundity’s a revolutionary act, I must confess.
(By “love”, I do not mean what “baby” does in
songs or only moonlit nights make those who
with their hormones say “I love you!” when
there’s really something else within their hidden
souls for which they secretively grieve and long). Read the rest of this entry »
Most worldlings here would rather love a tawdry shiny thing
which glintly smiles at them but offers only dreams and lies
than a jaded weary truthful soul who cuts through dirt
& always asks the vital though neglected question: “Why?” Read the rest of this entry »