Kindred Reality

 To me poetry serves to bring together people, ideas, and souls in a deep, spiritual way that defies definition. Limitations are practical. difficulties probable, but realities are substantial.


Kindred Reality


Seldom together but
never apart. Souls
united by a poetry
of uninterrupted prayer.

Recognition of a personal
and private communication
with a creator who always
creates a divine communion.

So precious the recognition
of this celestial gift that
the transcendence of
the spiritual remains unadulterated.

Stroke Of Luck

Medication is not always the only means of prevention. Often times, all that is required is recognition.

Stroke Of Luck

Blood pressure rising,
vessels pulsating
for a midnight
date.

The consequences
of this secret
rendezvous are
permanent and

debilitating.Emotions
must be regulated
to avoid disruption.

Regulated Chances

Everyone believes in a plan. Even "no plan"  is a  plan to do nothing. The same logic can be applied to all belief systems or religions.


Regulated Chances


The most beautiful
dance has every step
choreographed to show
every minute nuance.

Lots are cast in
life to give the
illusion of random
chance. Variety is

a mirage put forth
by unbelievers to
stifle curiosity. No
accidents of faith.

STATE OF GRACE

This poem comes from my second book, "Love Bites" It's probably my favorite poem of the book. The central theme is to question who is responsible for one's actions


STATE OF GRACE

As I walk
through the garden,
forbidden fruit
cries for my touch.

The temptation
is overpowering
at times.

Whose responsibility
is it to stand
guard--the fruit's,
the serpent's or mine?

WORD TRANSFUSIONS

This poem came from my first book, "Behind The Veil ". Remember my philosophy of no accidents. And like they say, "It is what it is".

WORD TRANSFUSIONS

The blood flowing
from my wounds
changes colors depending
on the pen I
choose to use.

Always,
I wonder
where the words
come from.

Did they come from
creative cosmos
or my battered brain?
I guess it really
doesn't matter.

LOVE BITES

This was the title poem to my second book. With four marriages, I guess I'm an expert on love and pain.


LOVE BITES

Nibbling at the heart,
it causes damage even while
providing pleasure. To love
is to suffer. It is unavoidable.

Bleeding comes from the
pressure of proximity, not
intention. Bandages provide
only temporary assistance.

Separation is always
inevitable. Desire plays
no role in the outcome. We
are prisoners of the finite.

Despite the prognosis
there are plenty of crusaders
ready to start the journey. The risk
of injury forgotten for a
chance at the prize.

NEW STATION, SAME NATION

This came to me today when I went to McDonald's for coffee. I believe nothing in life happens without a reason. Perhaps mine is to sharpen my perception and continue writing.


NEW STATION, SAME NATION
 
My eyes are
adjusting quickly
to my new
welfare glasses.

I am learning
quickly that seeing
is not the same
as being seen.

My welfare denist
found twelve cavities and
I need a canal to
get to the root of my problems.

I guess my
teeth have decayed
from eating
all that humble pie.

The new pains in my
previously crippled body
help me remember the
reason for my past struggles.

The same pains
have sharpened my
perceptions of an
unequal, unjust reality.