It would be easier to not exist
And yet existence does persist
Though I do not understand why
I cannot rest, unless I do try

To wonder why or how or when
It is the way it always has been
As we orbit upon this ball
I find it strange to exist at all

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine Fall 2017)


This too shall pass
Blind until we see
Death comes at last
It has no remedy

A flower must die
To bloom once more
And so again we try
To see what death is for

Beating like a drum
As we come and go
Intervals must come
For the wind to blow

So vast the universe
Behold a cob of corn
Death rides a hearse
From night unto morn

Death goes on forever
For life to ever be
Always betrays never
Death makes us free


Sit on a chair, because it is there
Walk through a door in the wall
Here and there are everywhere
Unable to walk, you must crawl

You exist in order to exist
Survive so you will survive
Like a butterfly in the mist
You must live to be alive