Category: My Blog

My workdays are done I am old, they say But the fire in my heart Burns on anyway My days are not done I have things to do Lige drawing and painting And writing poems for you I am cautious of what I eat But I drink more wine I…

When we think of magic It often needs a prop A mystical wand, a catchy phrase Or someone in a cloak We learn that magic is not real It is a parlor trick Practiced by charlatans For financial or political game A world of science has shut magic out For…

Fighting demons and living in Hell every day Is not a sign that the world has turned against you It is a sign that you are a warrior Courageous and willing to fight That you stand tall against all wrongs demanding domain over all the demons Brave soul, dare I…

My city is a teacher, many voices speak the many citizen truths And the words that are spoken Must be heard by a mind that is clear Lest the message be slurred or broken Information is the basis for our reality If the information is true, so to is reality…

In my minds forest I see trees, I hear the voices of nature and smell the wooded breeze And am humbled by my forgetting My own disconcerting unease. My mind grows large, and is shaded with green My soul is to be reborn, and reset to zero We all owe…