“How does it feel to be a guinea pig?”
A man, he did once say to me.
It was dawn, the sun was rising.
The only ones there were we.

On a sidewalk inside the city,
Like mice inside some maze,
We wandered and hung out,
Stumbling about, as in a daze.

We could not comprehend it,
Although it was clear to see:
We did not plan a life on earth,
But that is what came to be.

“Judge not, lest you be judged.”
One and all are in this together.
As we must carry a heavy load,
Existence is light as a feather.


Say your prayers and mourn the dead,
But much more killing is still ahead.
As long as guns are in our lives,
Only a random number survives.

Empty words are always spoken,
As the heart of society is broken.
Many say all we can do is pray.
Save legislation for another day.

Second Amendment is a suicide pact.
Now is the time for leaders to act
And do more than just offer prayers.
Show us which of you really cares.


A concept is but a concept,
Existing only in the mind.
All these words are thoughts,
Belonging to the human kind.

Nothing exists without empty space.
Without eyes, there is no sight.
The real world we call nature
Does contain no wrong or right.

Reality comes in many forms,
Much more than we can perceive.
All we know is what we know
As the words which we conceive.


In another lifetime,
I was William Blake.
When I saw his work,
That was my take.

He wrote about love
And the human heart.
I thought I was him,
Right from the start.

He wrote about London,
Tiger burning bright.
His influence looms
In whatever I write.

He wrote about life,
The human abstract.
I hope I was him,
I hope it is fact.

I flatter myself
To think I was him.
Deep down I know,
The chances are slim.

His mystical presence
Burns like a fire.
To be like him
Is to what I aspire.

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal February 11, 2018)


As I wake up each morning
I breathe in my fresh air
I remember you are with me
I love that you are there

Whenever I think about you
It takes my breath away
I breathe a little easier
To know you’re here to stay

So breathe on me my lady
And love me if you can
Your love leaves me breathless
I’m your ever lovin’ man

You are like a precious stone
So rare beyond compare
Loving you is as easy
As breathing my fresh air


Ever notice how time goes by?
The clock on the wall goes “bong.”
Like a bird, the time does fly.
Like an army, it marches along.

Leaves on trees tumble and fall,
The wind blows across tall grass.
Life is short, does it matter at all?
We are born to live until we pass.

Passage of time is incremental.
Little by little, we grow and age.
As memories can be sentimental,
Every day we turn a new page.

Our lives develop like a book,
With chapters and twisting plots.
Stories change each time we look,
With emotions tied up in knots.

Eventually, our bodies will expire,
As death comes upon us fast.
Buried, entombed, consumed by fire,
The future becomes the past.

Our journeys take many turns.
The road goes around the bend.
A lifetime crashes and burns,
As the Book of Life does end.


Christians and Muslims all agree,
There will be a judgment day.
If I could ever talk to their God,
Here is one thing I might say:

“In case we do not pass your test,
In the course of the human race;
If we could fail and burn in hell,
Why create us in the first place?”


For breakfast I have a cup of tea,
And a little granola to satisfy me.
For lunch I may have a piece of fruit,
Or maybe a carrot, or some other root.
My dinner depends upon my wife;
Whatever she cooks sustains my life.
When morning comes I am still asleep,
Lost in dreams and in slumber so deep.
It is in the afternoon I start my day,
Thinking about what I may have to say.
I contemplate what it is I might write.
Most of my writing is done at night.
One thing always does come to mind,
Whatever may happen, please be kind.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine December 2016)


My dear country, I fear for you
My heart and soul are near to you
The land of the free and of my birth
The last frontier, here upon the earth

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal August 2016)


Here inside the doldrums
Of inhumane humanity,
So many wretched problems,
The only refuge insanity.

Millions of years of torment,
Drifting by as only a day.
Gone away in a mere moment,
All talk and nothing to say.

“Nothing new under the sun,”
Such was written long ago.
Stars burn out, and are done,
The planets come and go.

Soon mankind will not exist,
The heartache will be gone.
What remains will persist
To seek a brand new dawn.