Is Terrorism a Joke?

Don’t think that I think terrorism is a joke.

That’s the farthest thing from the truth.

I am in fact hyper-vigilant for all of our sakes.

Errorist!

Errorist!

I eyeball every neighbor,

I suspect every co-worker,

I analyze accents for clues to true origins,

I check in the car,

In the guest house,

In the pantry,

In the closet,

Even under the bed.

One never can be too sure.

The Free Men and Women

Sometimes naked,

Sometimes mad,

Now the scholar,

Now the fool,

Thus they appear on Earth,

The free men.

— Attributed to a Hindu verse from Avadhoota Gita (though I am unable to verify this).

Linger

Cherished moments linger on

I look to faces soon to be gone,

My moment briefly came and passed,

Reality sets in so hard and fast,

I’ve lived with passion, a spark of flame,

Ignited by love and hope and pain,

It’s embers glow with dying light,

Thoughts linger still this starry night,

I could have been most anything,

The sky called my heart,

But not my brain,

It was short and sweet, and passed so quick,

My life will be no more than this,

I’ve fallen from my lofty perch,

The world came crashing home it hurt,

The life I knew is gone tomorrow,

I’ve never known a greater sorrow.

Note: I wrote this poem 17 years ago – perhaps others can relate and it will help them. I’ve come so far since then. We all will grow I think. Peace and love brothers and sisters!

Keep Waving

How many waves can one man make?

How many souls can one tree shake?

How many apples are rotten to the core?

How could we possibly need any more?

Where are the healthy?

Where are the sane?

Where are the seeds?

Of love and pain?

Where are the heroes doing good deeds?

Are they all gone or just lost in the reads?

Could it be that all is lost?

Is this a story written by Faust?

Or is there hope along the way?

Another soul with whom to lay?