(tweeted 01/30/2014)

Spewed from the bowels of a vengeful God

Why should I beg forgiveness for the stench?

The right hand attacks his brother
while the head lends watchful eye
who questioned by the heart
say’s simply everything must die

Dick in hand
survey the land
declaring it worth ruling
while sky and stream
observe our scheme
and wonder who we’re fooling

Leaves and bark make up the dark
that no one ever sees
we shape the wood and pick the fruit
but still don’t know the trees

(tweeted 01/23/2014)

Comfortable bed
on a cold winter day
Duty is calling
as I drift away

Heavy hearted days will pass
leading to the morrow
when apprehension’s conjurings
turn to anguish and to sorrow

Casually killing our limited time
taxes all imaginations
while carried to passion on currents of thought
ready made and unexamined

Thoughts, too many
options abound
I don’t need inspiration
just help finding the ground

Sanity crawls on a tightrope of reason;
fibers of faith
anchored to the unknown
leading to darkness.

Stem to stern and ship to shore
Composing rhyme is not a chore
no plot required, no complex scheming
the magic lies within the meaning