Spiritually deaf and mute and blind,
Not smelling nor tasting fruits divine,
Untapped senses buried deep inside,
Void of knowledge deep and wide.

Open the door of a chasm so deep.
Behold the wonders beyond and weep.
Weep for a joy, wonderful indeed,
Grown to blossom from a sacred seed.

Smell the blossom and taste the fruit.
Hear the sound of the farthest flute.
Speak of a beauty felt deep within.
Let a touch from without come in.

See a beauty not shown to the eye.
Feel a wind not blown in the sky.
Breathe in air unknown by the lung.
Hear a song in a tone never sung.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine Fall 2017)


There was a time when ideas were new,
We were young and thought them through.
Responsibilities were unreal, society abstract.
The love between us was an unspoken pact.

We were bound to live and had to grow.
What it all amounted to, we didn’t know.
We stumbled on forward, hopeful that we,
Somehow could be different, and be free.

Some of us married, some took ships to sea.
We all found out how hard it could be,
To choose a way at a fork in the road,
When either way is a hard, heavy load.

Now you are in a prison, a hell of a place,
In a country, in a world, someplace in space.
Inside some organism, in an infinite maze,
Trying to see beyond the moments and days.

Will come a time when we, some day
Will be together and will wither away,
Remembering old times in the dark,
Striking upon that long lost spark.

Mouthing regrets and hopes we share,
Silently admitting how much we care
About the good times we once knew,
Despite the bad times, we still grew.

Talking, we will be walking along,
Joining to harmonize in a silent song.
Until then I bid you well, my friend
And hope to see you before the end.


I was born and have been around.
Heard that silent highway sound.
Now I’m grown and have been shown,
Time to reap the seeds I’ve sewn.

The world before me is the same,
For me there is no claim to fame.
I found happiness in the night.
In the stillness, all was right.

Plans were never the great plan,
For life, itself, was better than
Plans to live with goals in mind,
The goal of birth already behind.

Love of life is always there.
Sometimes I just stop and stare,
Thinking about the life I breathe
And of the soul way down beneath.


Quarter past five and the sky’s getting light
That old yellow sun will soon be in sight
I am driving home, I’ve been up all night
With these overtime, graveyard blues

Everywhere I look, there’s nobody around
Folks are just waking up, all over town
So they can go to work ’til the sun goes down
While I’ve got these old graveyard blues

After work I relax, as a general rule
Sit on my porch, watch the kids go to school
Drinking beer in the morning, I look like a fool
And I’ve got these old graveyard blues

My family’s waking up, I am ready for bed
When I should be awake, I’m asleep instead
Sometimes I feel I must be out of my head
And I get these old graveyard blues

Someday I’ll get a job, before my working days are done
When I won’t have to sleep beneath the heat of the sun
Spend every night with my wife, have a whole lot of fun
And forget about these graveyard blues