Would I had been

Would I had been, the man I wanted to be

Then I could say, simply, call me a friend

But life is filled with sin, life disallows the happy


It should have filled the soul, this drive to find and see

The way of others, the ease in which they blend

But they can’t see the man I wanted to be


I could try to change my heart, fill it with forms of glee

Pretend and play, immerse and trend

But that isn’t me, never feeling that free


If it’s for the good, I would be a tree

To stand and stay, to never bend

But my roots stay close, there’s no buzzing of any bees


I’m made of no wood, I have nowhere to flee

All through the day, I fear to transcend-

Fear they’ll arrive, to turn my key


So I raise up my hood, I make my agrees

I act as do they, fake and expend

Would I had been, the man I wanted to be

Maybe, then, I’d fit with society



A Question

I have a question, though from my breath it falls

It dances across the tongue, seeking simple thoughts

My voice it holds, then it blows, creating little squalls


The thought fills and flows, ’til mind no longer recalls

It lasts long within the lung, words beginning to clot

Air finally let’s go, just before the darkest walls


In my throes, the question returns, and stalls

It won’t be sung, refuses to be caught

I bow down low, taking a knee at the pitfalls


Speaking slow, I spread my hands and crawl

Feeling strung, I know not what I sought

The fated blow, refusal grabs my soul and hauls


Pain to my toes, wretchedness calls

To the crowd I’m flung, all this time for naught

The stairs glow, taking me to other halls

I will grow, throw myself off more waterfalls

The Gnomic Father Pt. 4

Go and grab your toys, you know the ones, you

don’t play with them anymore

Get your robots, your legos, and all

It’s time to show you where they fall


Place them in a box, arrange them as you will

Take your smiles and laughs and place them in as well

Grab your memories, stretch them long and let them swell

We’re going to take them where they can matter still


Filch the tape and bind it tight, we wouldn’t want

the gifts to break

They’ll find others and procreate

You need to stand strong, when they haunt


Now set it down, let the donation soak

You’ll find life is better to better folk


Hope is a feckless bully

When you think you’ve lost it all, he appears

He drives you in the morning, keeps your eyes open when you should sleep

He forces you to carry him, always trying to share that burden with others

He’s a monster of unimaginable force, a dictator of your soul

He only fades and disappears when you forget him

Only reappearing when another soul feels his brush

Mr. Williams

What to say when life’s away, when we knew our betters

Oh he was a fine man, just, quite unlike the rest of us

That pinnacle of strength, that hater of unneeded fuss

He died just like any other man, while only we knew the taste of bitter


Died? Murdered say I, Murdered by restriction, Murdered by fate

He lived and died by his own rules, his own way

None but those close could see, just what shone in his eyes

His prickled beard and sliding laugh, they all hid his cries


He touched a million hearts and minds, breaking life’s monotony

Lover of all, but never enough, to fill his empty hole

He brought us joy, filled our hearts with gladness, shivered along our souls

But in the end, fate decreed loudly, you’ll end life in agony


So there he sings, up with his wings, telling jokes from above

All we say, even to pray, may the earth lie light upon thee


Let America be America again

When leadership becomes readership, we may have lost

When a diving rhetoric swallows the impoverished, we may have lost

When crossed lines fade and forget, we may in fact be lost


Let America be true again

Let it’s lost sons and daughters enter with a welcome

Let its fathers and mothers find their true value

Let its honesty break in waves against the buttresses of hatred


Let America shine again

Shine a light through its muckrakers on our baronies

Shine a halo on the poor and starved, saving our most needy

Shine through a shadow disgracing our great country, covering all with its malevolence


Allow America to find itself

Allow it to find it’s empathy, find it’s heart

Allow it to recall it’s roots, to hear it’s sweet music once again

Allow it time, time before it breaks, shatters into so many smaller kingdoms




In the palm there lies a two-headed coin

On one side lies arrogance, with its strut and pride

On the other lies confidence, with its strength and fallibility

When do the two become one? When should you rely on one and not the other?

There are times when arrogance is needed, when you know not what to do but need the appearance of the stronger

Just as there are times when confidence can be weakness, those times you believed you could accomplish the task but failed to ask for help

They both sound the same, look the same, act the same, but there is a difference within

The arrogant hold fear, the confident do not.

I know not which is better.


Oh Zeus, you mighty god of passion

Why have you cursed so many with your lascivious nature

When Eros cast his arrows, did he miss your heart, hit your belly and fracture

Can you not feel for those you clubbed with your actions

G reatest of sons, patricidal bastard, did Cronus forget to teach manners

You created man, with all his worries and doubts, allowing monsters to form

You, Zeus, slapped weakness into men, making the birds and the worms

Yet you demanded prayer, holy construction, holding no standards

Is your lightning a symbol of strength, orĀ  just a design for the uncontrolled

Your seed spread misery far more than love, yet proclaimed your love of men greatest of all

Twas not men you loved, nor the children, but the spreading of seed, the unnerving gall

When your time faded, it went quite fast, your heritage gone, your history’d erode

Thus have you left us, all caught in your clout, sprawling and flailing around

We, the progeny, still can’t disguise, that when it comes to men, we’re under-divine

The Gnomic Father Pt. 3

Come child, come near and listen well

I’ll speak of the times we read, and why they matter

Reading takes you to another plane and place, allowing illusions to shatter

It will carry you through the harshest moments, when all feels like hell


You open the page and begin your journey, living vicariously

You’ll find a one whom you connect with, share their worries and fly

At any point, you can close the cover while never saying goodbye

You finish one, pick up another, living lives just as variously


That’s the value, that’s the destination, you find a life you didn’t know you’d want

And just as easily, you can put it down, then take it up when you need to escape

It matters not where you go, where you dwell, only open a book and stay awake

You’ll learn things, about yourself and others, it’s called getting smarter, try not to flaunt


Fiction and non, matters not at all, you’ll find a new purpose with every scrawl

So find your genre, find your precious niche, soon you’ll be happy, you’ll find a fairy with a wish



The needs of all and shown in few

Spirituality, the light that bridges everyone

It needs no religion though many find that not true

It’s a connection, between the energy of one to the energy of all

The breaking down of a feeling, a touch of the soul on the body of the world

Description requires a broad mind with a narrow view, you just have to feel it

Find the warmest feeling you can, press it to the glass wall, spread it evenly then hold it to the heavens

You’ll find that the more we increase our connection of self, the greater we can create a connection to others, and thus increase our spirituality