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