No body I am nobody The world thinks, I’m nothing. Good. I am no body

Pathless Searching for myself  Can one find what’s never lost? Self realization

On Brevity It’s hard to be brief Clutter is a bad habit Limits clear the mind

Dear mother, I left home  Because I thought I could do it alone. I lost it all I wanted to return, But I was too ashamed. I didn’t think...

Why do we fear an ending so near? Because loss is the debt that time makes clear. It’s the creditor’s collector come to say: “Your bills...

“All the world’s a stage,” and we its cast, Composed of shadows, our scripts vast. Lines are heavy, our roles unclear, Bound by...

I don’t think anyone knows Anything. And certainly not what’s going on Down here. We ponder, we theorize, But how can one know With so...

This can’t be happening, I refuse to believe,  In life’s harsh reckoning From which I need reprieve Is it too much to ask, Is there room...

Courtesy of Toriya Walzer See this one here, it’s full of things  You packed it up this morning And stuffed as much as you saw fit  Grip...

What remains when the story goes? Shiny armor stripped bare, Hearts no longer in throws. To deconstruct our walls and seek to inquire, To...

Oh, the hats we wear, In all their shapes and flair! Some are simple, some ornate, Each a marker of our fate. The “serious professional”...

To have or not to have?  That is no question, For the answer is obvious,  an auto-suggestion. To have reigns supreme,  the moral of my...

In halls where assuredness is expected, I tread the hidden path of scientific expedition. Without the chains of rigid certitude, I...

The pursuit of love is a universal experience, however: Love cannot be found because it was never lost. Love is incapable of asking for...

I’m sorry, God, for I have failed to see your gift within my grasp. You have given me everything, but I choose to look away— greedy hands...

A poet’s job is easy, just sit and put word To all of life’s happenings, The quirky and absurd.  We point out the faults Of society, of...

“The grass is always greener.”  Then why is mine dead?  I yearn for the pastures  that grow in my head. I fight and I flail  against...

A boy stood trembling at basement’s door, Afraid of what the dark might store. “Replace the bulb,” mother did say, “And take this torch...

To say, “Not worth the dirt on my shoes,” Is to cast our most precious foundation away. For I have knelt where wild roots fuse, And...

Every morning there’s a party outside the see-through TV above the kitchen sink. The squirrels, cardinals, blue jays, and finches, eat,...