“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 is 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 but for 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 bums
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 just a 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