Old Victorian mansions are
Awe-inspiring and a monument
To a period of time when
Artisans took pride in their
Workmanship. No power
Tools, every tool was human
Powered. Touring a mansion
Is like going back in time,
When society was cultured
And genteel and produced
Some amazing architecture.
Life begins and ends at
The seashore. When we
Walk barefooted on the
Beach the surf erases
Our footprints as soon
As we make them. The
Shifting, whispering,
Sands are a metaphor
For the impermanence
Of life. Life is for living
Now.
Horses have been around
Far longer than humans.
These magnificent creatures
Are loved by everyone, by
Children especially. Their
Gentle natures don’t hide
Their awesome strength.
It is rare to find someone
Who doesn’t love horses.
no track of time
entombed darkly
faint sticky sounds
impending nudge through
pop slimy gooey squeeze
down to dirt city with
barbed wire godless creatures
dragged into a locked unit
I’m stripped of everything
except my clothes and a
shred of dignity and thoughts
they won’t let me see the stars
I don’t dare tell them I’m a poet
if they know, the subhuman
soultakers would subvert the truth
In this stressful and crazy
World that seems to make
No sense, sometimes people
Consult a therapist to get
Help with sorting things out.
When you ask a therapist
A question, they will answer
By asking you a question.
There is the answer. Look
At yourself for the answers.
Praise is what people feed on.
It gives them motivation to
Be nice and treat their fellow
Loved ones and neighbors
With compassion. Be sure
To give them respect and a
Lot of praise.
What matters and what
Doesn’t is a big item on
The mind of most people.
It’s something a lot of
People lay awake nights
Mulling over. Then it
Becomes clear for them,
And they can finally
Sleep by counting Sheep.
Rumbling builds under the
Earth, and people run out
Of their houses in panic, not
Knowing what to do or
What’s causing it. Rumbling
Comes again but much
Milder. People start to
Understand this is not a
Harbinger of doom, but
A sign of a great awakening.
Gray cold days, barren trees,
No flowers, seasonal affective
Disorder flourishes. If it were
Not for Thanksgiving and
Christmas, one might as well
Hibernate. But there is hope.
Spring is coming, warmth and
Growth and the promise of
Renewal of life everywhere.
I’ve been to a lot of different
Places, I’ve roamed the world,
Lived in different countries and
Been to every state in our country.
I haven’t been home for a long
Time, but I feel something
Pulling me back and that
Something is you.
Wordman of Alcatraz 