Some shit is always happening.
We cannot seem to get along.
This whole thing is maddening.
There is always something wrong.

There always has to be a war,
With bombs or sticks and stones.
Seems by now we’d war no more,
For the sake of our own bones.

After millions of years,
Mankind should have learned.
After billions of tears,
The killing should be spurned.

The offerings are burning,
Our gods condone war.
We need to start learning,
What the hell is war for?


The mission bells are ringing,
Establishing their existence.
The midnight bird is singing,
A dog barks in the distance.

The bird, it chirps at midnight.
It is the sound of eternity.
Its soul is found in moonlight,
Its existence a certainty.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine, July 2018)


The universal soul
We all belong to.
Every living thing,
Everything we do.

It is all that does exist,
Every single entity.
Everything that ever was
And that will ever be.