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.

Water Damage

 Another old poem from WIP. I guess I am talking about the need to let go of 
the past in order to move forward.  I did write this almost fifteen years ago.
 
 
 
 
             WATER DAMAGE         
 
             Building old buildings.
             Water risingup
             from hidden wells.

             Time is the only barrier
             holding back the
             flood of emotions.

             Releasing memories.
             Relief not only
             from erosion,

             but also, yhe
             removal of
             ancient problems.

Lifeplan

An old poem from WIP. Probably from a "Greeting Card" period in my life.               LIFEPLAN

              Be  happy
              for me that's
              all I ask.

              Yesterday's deeds
              must be relegated
              to the past.

              Tomorrow is all
              that we can change
              but today needs you.