One Summer Morning

I always drew pleasure from counting
possessions.
I believed in artifacts of fleeting permanence,
never confessions.
but Grandeur and Greed can only go so far.

I awoke to clear vision one summer morning,
the voice of a sensible spirit echoed in my ear,
and the weight of her words clinging to my breast.
I couldn't deny that she had been right,
for all my life I'd been winning
a trivial fight.

It's about time to abandon the seeming
and peruse my heart for something of meaning.

Philosophy

Every once in a while I find myself on some sort of ledge. A vantage point. Perhaps with a railing to keep me from falling off. I often glance over the edge out of curiosity for curiosity is powerful motivation. It is in these moments of wonder that a strange yearning from within compels me to leap. Why leap? I never seem to know, but maybe it is the need for destruction. To bring an end to everything I have labored for in nineteen years -- in which time I have never taken the leap. For it is precisely the thought of destruction, taking apart what is ordered, that reminds me of creation. And I glance at the structures (of wood and concrete and steel) around me, all testaments to those who have spent lifetimes building; And building knowledge.

Downtown

Smokin'
cutie downtown
foxy art
and sweet music
taste the moment
liquor spilling
so drink doubt
'cause
love is a game

in time.

Universal Truth

The sun shines from East to West,
as water flows, high to low.
Every dream ends in waking;
a man writes when moved.

Being American

Last night I heard the President speak,
"Stand up, Americans, for our ways and beliefs."
I'm sure he meant democracy, freedom, and truth,
as well as the sacrifice of our innocent youth.