What I believe in...

They search for 
meaning
I long for
inclusion

they reach out
seeking
to understand my 
seclusion

words used as
hooks
barbed by
memories

family 
and friends
offer vague
pleasantries

we all live
daily
connected and 
dreaming

some of a
heaven
this present
redeeming

others make
living
the greatest
achievement

no lingering
fear
of death or
estrangement

lines drawn 
in sand
ideas
beliefs
theories

hearts bound
by hand
traditions
faiths
memories

we all share
this time
together
this breath

our tables
our laughs
our moments
before death

this notion
of god
this absence
of deity

neither
removes
our whimsical
frailty

fill gaps of
the mind
fill depths of
the heart

the path we must
find
together
not apart

where faith
must
end

where beliefs
must
cease

where ideas
must
mend

where humanity
must
release

the grip on
the mind
the guilt of
the heart

shared values
to find
shared wisdom
impart

history to
show
our destiny
reveal

our resolve
to understand
our world
to heal

we go it 
alone
each moment
decide

reach out
hold back
encourage
deride

today I 
choose
to include
to love

all others
not like me
inspired
from above

each day
life is full
precious
fleeting

will you
love too
while your heart
is still 

beating?

 

The present creative fury...

So now the fury
held boiling
violent
rages

creative cum
builds
no release
assuages

all doors 
seen
unscalable
walls

confidence
optimism
sanity
falls

inner rage
blinding
much yet
unseen

felt
compressed
not believed

how can one find
the answer
the light
the door

gate keepers
deaf
blind
secure

decades of 
stories
feelings
no one 
to tell

paintings unseen 
beautiful
vivid curse
enchanting 
spell

turbulent creative 
heart
battles mind

ego sees
nothing but
pointless struggles
to find

all that is left
is juice
with no
chalice

compassion
rage
tears
malice

so much 
to give
such depth
to reveal

bangkok ladyboy
standing
embarassed
waiting

grown man
artist
unknown
hating

doors with no
knob
no opening
no handle

eyes that see 
nothing
no answer
no angle

public asleep
when 
awakened
demands
pablum

machine nods
yes
holds cup
to its
rectum.